Time slips by the way side,
As forgotten worlds wither outside our windows,
Friends we met, then encountered,
As paths crossed and headed seperate ways.
Life becomes passionate when you find yourself,
And you mean what you say.
You see a consequence,
It makes a difference to your day.
I can kiss you, no words will portray,
Feelings in moments, pleasures and pain.
Let us have a perfect day, we will never forget,
Ignore the time we are in,
We will travel to our temple,
As rebels of love.

Comments
keleph | March 18, 2008 - 00:24
I really like the first two stanzas. they could probably even be a poem by themselves.
LawOfTheOne | March 18, 2008 - 00:49
I liked the idea of peoples paths crossing as they travel their own way.