1/03/2009

Dear Mrs. Sauga

It's always a while
For me to get down
To where you live inside
And speak your words

And when I see you
We seem to start cold
But as we drink to it
I come back alive

With the games we play
And the candy we throw
I've watch us grow up so long
And I fall back asleep

And in that lying down
As I fall to homecoming
I realize it'll be another week-filled while
Until we all exchange sight

1 two cents' worth:

Unknown said...

fall to homecoming is a million picture line. good one.