from my keyboard.

Wednesday, December 27, 2006

boxing

confessions,
late nights,
guilty words spoken like
the priest bothered.
an empty church
to hear your
whinings.and i can hear your tears
from outside.snow snow snow
dosent fall on christmas day.
and neither will you.
if you would wipe your face dry
though you die to cry,
i might just hold your hand love.