an empty dream in text
a nameless emotion
an expression of love
an angry, maddened notion
meaningless lines on paper
being destroyed and made
expressing a fantasy
more than words could have said
a holder of miracles
scratch, fold and scrunch
a vessel of expression
i even wrap your lunch
wood, clay and graphite
a world i can make
broken, chewed and shaved
a heart i can break
Tuesday, February 22, 2005
sorrie
I jux wanna sae i'm sorrie for not being understandin... Sorrie ya... i realli miss u alot and i hope things can change.
