I know it's morning
It calls for a winter push
At first it's good mourning
And then it's three hours
Twenty six minutes later
We all wake up and breathe
And realize, it's new day
A day as a blue present
Have I not realized
How much I love you
And of the stories that seem "feign"
But it's all a vera-city in the heartlines
We're running on short time
All as tired as trees
That bend with the wind
How we bend our backs for the other
12/29/2008
Twitching Eyes
Written by Unknown at 9:36 PM
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2 two cents' worth:
five things.
1 feign
2 veracity
3 ONLY THREE HOURS. ugh, so tired.
4 a new day brings revived strengths? (i hope,pray.)
5 i'm a tree? i wannna be one.
i hope i got from it what you intended; if not then just ignore all of that ^
thanks, like always.
i never thought of trees as tired
they seem fine, but i have yet to speak with one.
thank you for opening my eyes
i like your tree & veracity lines
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