i saw a lady,
standing under a shade.
Her hands touching the wall behind.
Her eyes looking up,
not wanting the rain to stop.
i stood there too,
looking at her,
And the rain never stopped.
Friday, April 25, 2008
free?
call, would you call?
call, would you call before you leave for home.
would you ever say, 'hey, i am leaving, see you tomorrow.'
though i won't ask you to drive me back too
but it would offcourse be worth waiting, thinking you might do.
call, would you call, while having a cup of coffee.
would you ever say, 'hey, would you like to come over this sunday.'
though one cup of coffee might not be the reason, for me to stay
but it would offcourse be hard, to put the dry cup of coffee down.
call, would you call, while opeing the door to your apartment.
would you ever say, 'hey, i have the key but have nothing else then walls to see.'
though later you would unlock the door and enter
but it would be then less struggle to sleep.
call, would you call, when you happen to drive till the city far.
would you ever say, 'hey, would you like to drive my car.'
though the traffic and the city would cut through us again and again
but it would be worth seeing you rest your head on the half open window pane.
call, would you call, when you end reading this.
would you say then, ' hey, i am leaving for home. would you come along?'
call, would you call?
would you ever say, 'hey, i am leaving, see you tomorrow.'
though i won't ask you to drive me back too
but it would offcourse be worth waiting, thinking you might do.
call, would you call, while having a cup of coffee.
would you ever say, 'hey, would you like to come over this sunday.'
though one cup of coffee might not be the reason, for me to stay
but it would offcourse be hard, to put the dry cup of coffee down.
call, would you call, while opeing the door to your apartment.
would you ever say, 'hey, i have the key but have nothing else then walls to see.'
though later you would unlock the door and enter
but it would be then less struggle to sleep.
call, would you call, when you happen to drive till the city far.
would you ever say, 'hey, would you like to drive my car.'
though the traffic and the city would cut through us again and again
but it would be worth seeing you rest your head on the half open window pane.
call, would you call, when you end reading this.
would you say then, ' hey, i am leaving for home. would you come along?'
call, would you call?
without any reason...
follow,
what your heart saying.
...without any reason.
when tomorrow, you look behind through a half closed window.
whom would you see standing across, waiting.
submerged in their own complexities,
who would then hear you,calling.
5 years gone from now, who would ever remember,
who felt what & who did letgo something.
through your tied hair, life would still seep
And the remains of the day would sum up to nothing.
Try then, to open up your hair and close your eye.
And follow...
...without any reason.
follow, what you beleive in.
listen,
what your heart saying.
what your heart saying.
...without any reason.
when tomorrow, you look behind through a half closed window.
whom would you see standing across, waiting.
submerged in their own complexities,
who would then hear you,calling.
5 years gone from now, who would ever remember,
who felt what & who did letgo something.
through your tied hair, life would still seep
And the remains of the day would sum up to nothing.
Try then, to open up your hair and close your eye.
And follow...
...without any reason.
follow, what you beleive in.
listen,
what your heart saying.
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