I would like to get pass you , but your ghost is quite sticky. Is there some thought to your fog???
some random poems,,,..........
when the sun sets,
there is one ember left
i draw this wish upon, to be comfortable in my own skin,
to turn my hot, into your cold. to be left alone,
if you keep talking, focus on the moon
please dont see my face up there,
for you know that is cruel.
leave when the sun has said it's goodbyes...
i need to be left here,
to find gulit in the night.
HAPPENESS IS A DIEASE
some random poems,,,..........
when the sun sets,
there is one ember left
i draw this wish upon, to be comfortable in my own skin,
to turn my hot, into your cold. to be left alone,
if you keep talking, focus on the moon
please dont see my face up there,
for you know that is cruel.
leave when the sun has said it's goodbyes...
i need to be left here,
to find gulit in the night.
HAPPENESS IS A DIEASE
The evening spreads its sail against the sky
Waiting for tomorrow, just another day
Bring on the night - I couldn't spend another hour of daylight
Strange days have found us
And through their strange hours
We linger alone
Bodies confused
Memories misused
As we run from the day
To a strange night of stone
[Edited on Jan 15, 2006 3:52AM]