I am small but I am strong
I use to stay up all night long...
A mystic path winds through my mind
Of misty gold, its trees sublime...
Do you really love me?
Those words you always hear...
You broke and tore me down
inflicted wounds left to bleed...
What if the heart was reversible?
The ability to turn it...
It takes up residence inside of your petulant...
The angry indecision that causes you so much pain...
I havent wrote in a while, but heres the end...
I remember when I got his
Grandma hooked on pot...
Whimsy Whamsy
Bright and Bramsy...
Here, the waves come, and hear the waves go
But where they end up I'll never know...
Where again
did you leave that...
I don't suppose
the white hums of summer...