Friday, January 15, 2010
I still think lovely thoughts of you. tears roll down my soft cheeks and I wish you would scoop them up for me. Days are hard and I often try and find you wondering the streets. Leave secret messages for me at the door. The door to my mind is open, always. Your veins in your arms call out my name. I just want to touch them. Or you to touch me. I still think lovely thoughts of you.