LOST
I hope you hear my silent screams …. How do I explain the depth of my feelings? I hold you dear to my heart like the breath I draw. Every breath filling me with the H20 of desire. And I exhale the Carbon oxide of charm so your stem of affection can grow. I ponder; How do we communicate when we don’t speak the same language? My cart load of 'hellos' eliciting the littlest 'Je ne pas Englais' from your quizzed face. I have no tools in my disposal to measure how far I can hold on But an invisible blinker tells me I am running empty on the tank of love. Here I am. Standing on a lonely road dressed in my white flowing gown Despair written all over me like a winning bet ticket of 3 million which is shredded by a ravenous rat. Looking side to side and wondering which jaywalker had finally made you drift away from your course. Reality gradually dawns on me. You are the dream man The Monalisan masterpiece meant to complete my dull gallery. The crown diamond mean