Aug 29, 2009 18:47
i used to run down the hill like a child
no i am a wheel and have got no will
in my mind.
like a flower my head was cut of
among with my sentiment
and the pond that used to reflect the sky
is now only cold and causes me dincomfort
i must be really low
because the person who writes negative
lines has nothing to give any more
its only the sad tingles of a dead body
when the soul has gone off.
how could ever be loving ur sul masturbating, WHY?
i need a strong hand to push me thru life
try the clouds , not to think