a song for Morgan |
I wrote this about the girl that I love:
When your arms start to tire,
And your strength starts to leave,
When you begin to drown,
I'll drain the sea,
When there's no water left,
I'll g...
Posted by Nate on Sun, 22 Oct 2006 12:10:00 PST |
Pink Bullets |
I was just bony hands as cold as a winter poleYou held a warm stone out new flowing blood to holdOh what a contrast you wereTo the brutes in the hallsMy timid young fingers held a decent animal.Over t...
Posted by Nate on Sun, 08 Oct 2006 12:54:00 PST |
