Here, I'll shoot. You run.

by Missing Angel Juan   Oct 4, 2004


That boy with the electric hair
And eyes made of crystals
And lips made of plums that were plucked from the sky
With questions that couldn't be answered with words
And the life that made me want to dance on the clouds
The one who ran away with my sad blue heart
Who turned it red like heaven nearing night
He lost it still beating in his pocket
But replaced it with songs that he wrote just for me

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  • 19 years ago

    by SCARECROW

    Not only nice title, nice poem. Awesomely done.

  • 20 years ago

    by yup

    All ur poems are amazing

  • 20 years ago

    by Charlene

    Nice again. Fabulous work... :D

    CHARLENE @

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