...and
I went to bed
without a thought
of what you never said...
Your life is a ship in a bottle
...and...
I'm trying to shake it...
Trying to move the waves
in your heart,
turning it back
to what you once said...
Sunday, August 16, 2009
Happy roads of past thoughts Running down old flights of imaginations My heart is a trade secret it smiles like a child's toy My mind's a time machine creating flaws of flickering joy paid by the credit of virtual hopes
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