Soft river flowing across plentiful keys
Each fresh note A beautiful melodic tone...
There's a fat man sitting alone
at the corner cafe...
You rock my ship
into a hypnotic lullaby...
Dated- When Angela was a kid.
Written for a CC&P challenge...
I don't know why I feel this way
Or Why I want to cry...
Blood does not run
in my endless veins...
I hate the modern world
The boats and fumey planes...
Isn't it funny how things work out?
Isn't it so god damn hilarious when they don't...
Mind completely lost to freedom
I'm running free, I'm flying free...
I need to see you
to tell you face to face...
Everything was going well
Till the day that changed my life...
The blaggard:
The loathing heart like black sack cloth for him...