summer has come and gone
i cant say it was a good one
marred by lonliness
driven by emotions of missing you

im getting claustophobic
in this repressive life
and this dirty city only encourages infection in my wounds

so tired of being apart from you
so tired of diplomatic relations with this world
in my fantasy we are married
but i know you still cry out for my hand to hold

all this pain and struggle
could be ours to share
when springtime comes
we will be together

hold onto your love in the winter

erin roberts 11/01/04 6:32pm