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
Monday, April 18, 2005
cryin
here i m sitting infront of da com, takin to dreyy and crying.... Ma bro says he dunno where ma phone is... ma maid also sae she dunno where... ARGH!!!!! Wheres da BLOODY TAKA PLASTIC BAG!!!!!!! I WAN MA PHONE!!!!!!
