mod twenty-one

i'm so tired
i want my head to fall
gently on your stomach
i want my head
touching your skin
your fingers
magic
touching my head
you are my always
i want to kiss you
i want to open your eyes
you were such a good sun
you were the brightest of them all
radiant in your way
and you were always mine
then you left
and now it's all different

and i look at you now
did i change?
or was it you?

-winston campbell-