Surprise. Dear, kind water well,
as I pat the cobbled wall with an echo sort...
If I am gone,
Will you think of me and smile...
Cross my heart
And hope to die...
At night theres a monster he walks in my room and...
::::TO A LITTLE GIRL I ONCE KNEW...
Born in the desert just like a sandstorm,
pulling every inch of strength to strike...
Where I live there are local tales
of a ghost buried by the rails...
The burning tyres
Scorches the road...
I am
a prisoner-of-wars...
I bear this thing
No one seems to care...
Lips blood as red
Hair black as night...
Special girl so much she hides
bottled down bubble the lies...
Hate The People That Say Your "Ugly"...