Wednesday, February 4, 2009

Sparkle my scenery,
with turquoise waterfalls.
With beauty underneath,
the ever free.
those times,
when the poems we wrote,
the songs we sang,
had no rhythm.

But they sound just so perfect.

On uneven roads we stand,
in the dark, under the rain.
I'm scared.
I hold your hand,
and for a second that seemed like eternity,
I felt safe.


there's no way for you to know how I feel,
never ever.

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