a little river in egypt-part 1
The air has finally cooled from the day.
As we look upon the stars,
I contemplate how alone we really are.
I see how I am lost and insignificant.
But feel significance lying next to me,
in the bed of that old truck.
the metal cool to the touch, sends a chill, and I move closer.
I lean over to whisper the magic to you.
You stop me with a look, before I can speak.
I'm waiting in anticipation to see if the thought on your lips
were the same ones I wanted to share with you
the words come out--
"Man, I'm hungry"
As we look upon the stars,
I contemplate how alone we really are.
I see how I am lost and insignificant.
But feel significance lying next to me,
in the bed of that old truck.
the metal cool to the touch, sends a chill, and I move closer.
I lean over to whisper the magic to you.
You stop me with a look, before I can speak.
I'm waiting in anticipation to see if the thought on your lips
were the same ones I wanted to share with you
the words come out--
"Man, I'm hungry"
posted by becka at 11:08 PM
2 Comments:
yeah I'm sorta hungry too... not cold though
How can your belly mourn the loss of something it hasn't had yet? Mourning the lack of food seems a bit more grammatically correct ;)
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