Description is such an easy word:P

Tuesday, April 26, 2005

Glue

i always got something to say
when she's gone when she's away
she's always there when im sleeping or when wide awake
i always wonder why hope is always grasping to nothing but a crane
is it dark or getting bright or am i blind i can't tell , i don't know
and why angels dont have shoes??
the wind sometime pet me when im blue
and it sometimes rage like i do
i hear her voice weaved
entwined with summer's cool breeze
autumn butterflies
spring desires
and winter's conclusions
am i in love with glue
and why im stuck and can't get my feet to move.