11/09/04
Many days and nights spin rapidly by...
A solid heart, so quickly broken
Becomes the token that you bear...
You see the anger
in his eyes...
Sometimes I hate it how our mind wonders
How our thoughts wont disappear...
What if i gave you everything,
let you saw the real true me...
As you walk, slow and awkward.
I see the roundness under your dress...
Once upon a magic world,
so far away but yet close to here...
.
industrial smoke...
Possessions
By Mark Spencer...
I used to think life was just a stupid game.
It never made sense to me, I never understood...
There will always be a division between rich and...
Those abiding by and those breaking the law...
Shackled by society's morals
saturated in this thing called life...