Tick tock, cracks and clocks
And every second fills emptiness
Such ease in the disdain, for laying my head down
Just never felt so reclusive
Half of a day, such a bleeding alarm
Ridicule every moment I didn't miss
Such a beautiful chance to stay away and completion away
March me home, and watch me go
It's peace for the first time
And I'm leaving every worry behind
With a pair of hands held high that I could stretch across
Love, oh don't you play burdens
Who could guess we could conjure up a plan
No one really, impossibility
Through honest phrases that floated up bound
That path is short, made of white, shall we frolic through
4/02/2009
A Wonderful Shot
Written by Unknown at 10:55 PM
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1 two cents' worth:
i want to say,
your rhyming one yesterday had rhythm... it felt good to read it.
third stanza:
its fragrance is sweet and fresh.
reminds me of spring.
flomy, E.
(a foamy phlegm)
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