Oct 02, 2004 18:26
Gotta love the sweet taste of India...
But I'm not afraid when I dance with her shadow...
Words struggle from these poetic hands. What happened?
I've never been as a loss for words for this long....
Swim in the arms of a senorita, Maria
Lose yourself in her soul...
Maria
In a bitter melody,
Why did we kiss?
But if this is a dream,
Then it is a good dream.
Drinking away this alias
I can't help but to be afraid.
>>>Some things that seem meaningful to somebody; somewhere. Celebrating.