Ello. |
She followed me home again today
Footsteps crescendo on the leaves...
You asked me last night what I was thinking about
Which made me think about what I was thinking...
Good morning, Sunshine
Your breath may smell...
A seed, planted carefully by the hands of a child
Cared for with the most tender of gestures...
People always wonder what it means to love
What it means to know, everyday...
Ever since the day I found out
I've been numb to your touch...
Immaturity is a plague for the ignorant & a release for the intellectual. |
Prove to me that life is not already its own little |
I want to make a difference in the world, not just live in it. |