Thursday, October 05, 2006

Miss Love


“I love you”
The oil with which you fry my brain into scrambled eggs


“I miss you”
The lullaby with which you rock my senses to sleep

“I will call you”
The coffee with which you burn the sleep off my eyelids


“When are we going home to see my mama?”
The piercing scream that jerks me up from the dream!

designed by finalsense.com