Wednesday, April 2, 2008


I need a good cry

What do you mean you need a good cry

For the last five months

Your eyes have been a-brimming

Your voice a-quiver

You don’t need a good cry

No those were tears for what were

For the breached promises

For the lies

For the deceit

For the excuses

For all those nights that I nursed my lonely insides

For all those hours when I just waited for a look

For all those months that I just waited

Tomorrow i want to cry

For all that could have been

For the fingers that never entwined

For the caress that never happened

For the breath that never steamed

For the anticipation that never was

For the earth that never moved

I need a good cry

For the woman I never became