09 February 2009

30th January 2009

I see you most days
Some clearer than others
Other days you’re darker
It’s those days that depress me
Knowing it’s me that’s caused it
Maybe not on my own
But I sure helped
The days when I don’t see you
I wonder what happened
Where you’ve gone
Maybe to haunt some other poor soul
Maybe I’ve been good & you’re rewarding me
I’m never quite sure
I just know that the dark days are bad
You cloud my view
And on the good days you're gone and you let me see for miles

smog
Bambola x

2 comments:

E said...

thank you for your nice comment - I was terrified I was going to slosh something on myself all night! and your writings are lovely. keep it up!

asonlysheknows said...

aww lovely words!
I wish I had the skill of poetry.