Monday, October 03, 2005
Why do my thoughts always spiral down from above
like the leaves to the soft green grass of your arms?
Why do you make me laugh in vivid memory
only to look skyward to find you've gone again?
The road I traveled
Is not one I planned
Is not one that I contemplated
The road to you
brought me to your doorstep
too late for us
like the leaves to the soft green grass of your arms?
Why do you make me laugh in vivid memory
only to look skyward to find you've gone again?
The road I traveled
Is not one I planned
Is not one that I contemplated
The road to you
brought me to your doorstep
too late for us
// posted by sinner @ 9:58 PM 
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