Friday, December 23, 2005

To a little angel...
The leaves falling from the trees,
The sun falling from the sky,
Your jeans falling to the floor,
All the best moments are stolen.
The sun never sets,
This desire does not stop;
And the leaves,
Never touch the ground .
Before I die, I wanna look into your eyes,
Before I die, I wanna say goodbye,
Before I die I wanna cry in your arms,
Like I had before;
You made life worth living,
Before I die,
I wanna see you; once more.