Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â [(Don't you know it)]

Sunday, October 07, 2007

â™ 10:58 AM

Like that last drop in a glass of wood
It gets sucked away before you can look
Accepting it's gone and over for good
Like reading the last chapter in a captivating book

Like volcanic rivers turning into stone
Like a flower that gets crushed by hale
Like a king that gets tossed from his very high throne
Like getting sucked by a vampire into white pale
Like running a marathon in the opposite direction
Like squashing an innocent ant without dismay
Like seeing a rainbow where there is no perfection
Like asking the homeless where to stay

Like finishing off a beautiful dance
Like catching a glimpse and then leave
Like leaving the stage in a beautiful trance
Like restoring hurt with hopeful belief

By Iola