Lions Den

Jun 09, 2009 20:18


When the wind blows causing me to turn my head,
And the linoness laying there, speaks in tongue
A smile from the wind sends through
a message beyond the blue
That maybe, just maybe you were meant for me,
That I just cannot see, yet my screaming is telling me
I want you to stay, even if it's too late.

Who are you that I see in my dream.

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poem, the jungle

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sordidpax June 12 2009, 03:04:17 UTC
I'm dying of anticpiation for when you open your eyes to see.

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invaderkitty June 14 2009, 03:58:22 UTC
you and me both.

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