Tuesday, January 27, 2009

Maybe I am like a sponge

with every love lost
with every heartache

he was there

every sound of the heart's whisper
and the knock of love of another

he was there

his friends are now in love
young, old, what age they may seem

but still he was there

he who is sober, alone and maybe, like a sponge.


:)


(antok nako!)