Endless staring at the horison.
Watching the clouds drifting by,
Wishing to be one of the hundred birds that fly by,
Only in reach of the eye,

Forever watching the stars in the sky,
Trying to count each one seperately,
Dont want to take my eyes off of them,
Affraid I might miss a shooting star,

Sitting here thinking of you,
I have been taking in as much as I can of you,
Wondering about every moment that I am not there with you,
Affraid you be forever out of reach.

You are the birds, you are the clouds,
You are the sun and the stars,
My dreams when I am awake and asleep,
You are the sky and the horizon,
The sun and the shooting star,
The past and the future, the love of my life

d.s. 5:25pm 25 feb 2005

angry,
because,
memories,
the fear,
the pain,
damn it hurts,
I don’t want to accept it,
its history,
why doesn’t it go away?
that’s why anger,

anger needs to be vented,
at something,
at someone,
because I love you,
because am hurting,
am angry at you,

because you love me,
its save,
to be angry,
at you,
though its unfair,
another reason,
for more anger.

d.s. nov 14 2004 17:57

How dare you to think!

How dare you to think you can command and control,
How dare you to think you defeated my soul!

How dare you!?

How dare you to think I am too weak,
How dare you to think that I will not speak!

How dare you!

How dare you to think she needs to know the pain,
How dare you to think you can play with her brain!

How dare you!

How dare you to think that she doesnt want or need her mother,
How dare you to think that she or I dont care or bother!

How dare you!

How dare you to think you can take away what I love,
How dare you to think you can take away whats given to me from above!

How dare you!

How dare you to think I let you do all that and more,
How dare you to think for her with a mind so poor!

How dare you!!

D.S. december 26th  5:50 am
2003

Mirror,

In the mirror, you are staring at me.
Who are you, where are you from?
I come closer, encouraged by my curiosity.
Who are you, where are you from?

I recognise something in your eyes.
Who are you, why are you here?
I watch and see how your eyebrows raise.
Who are you, why are you here?

Its not just curiosity, I really care.
Who are you, where have you been?
The look in your eyes and mine are similar.
Who are you, where have you been?

You are always there, yet you never speak.
Who are you? I really want to know.
And why is it me at who you always peek?

may 17th 2003 D.S.