Rainy Day Philosophy |
Individually wrapped drops of rain knock on the window, ha, as if they were making an impact. A girl rests ever so lightly under a thin veil of self acceptance, huh, as if she's looking for an impact.... Posted by on Thu, 24 Jan 2008 11:52:00 GMT |
Inescapable |
I still miss the kissesand can almost taste the memoriesthat bittersweet scent of love lost fills the airI ask the breeze to carry your voice to meso that I may feel your breath on my neckin the ... Posted by on Thu, 10 Jan 2008 09:30:00 GMT |
Serving Life |
Each morning my eyes get heavier. Either the nightmares are that exciting or I care less and less about the weekdays. I wont bore you with the morning preparations, skip ahead. I arrive with five minu... Posted by on Thu, 27 Jul 2006 07:57:00 GMT |