Dusty

by sun spots   May 29, 2012


No matter what happens,
life still goes on.
Things that have taken place,
have hit like a bomb.
When the dust settles,
things will fall into place.
And in a short time,
we will have our own space.
We have to start somewhere,
and find our own way.
The only thing stopping us,
is how do we pay.
The money will come,
to us one day.
And when it does,
in our own house we,ll stay.

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  • 12 years ago

    by sun spots

    Me to, dont know how long it will take though.XX

  • 12 years ago

    by sun spots

    Looking forward to our own place x