2003-07-21 06:11:37 (UTC)


Its cold and miserable. Those cold frosty mornings send
shivers to my bone. The coldest thing is my heart as it
waits to be warmed by my special friend. Just a spark is
left in the dead embers of my heart. Just a few words will
help to let it grow and dance again and slowly warm my
heart and soul. My brain trys to stop working as it only
send images of what was or what could have been. Its not
her fault, she has taken another path and I guess their are
two many beautiful flowers distracing her to even think of
me. I walk a cold desolate path where I long to see her
beauty and to be touched again so my soul can open its
petals and let me live again. Yes missing you my special