jakemac
Oct 12, 2005 18:25
lovely morning
the reddest leaves are shown
the whitest feathers part aloft
lovely bridge across
we find such shade
upon these banks
she said,
"i'm cold outside"
we part beneath
the moon
and below the creeks face
our eyes
shown red by the iron of the creek
these mountains are where we hide
but when there's no trail
its never ending
jakemac
Oct 09, 2005 13:27
every man should believe that neither your girlfriend is your woman, nor that you are her paramour, there is no possesion of life.... its the same as us thinking we can own land