Hey time,
C’mon, it’s you.
‘Wanna bring you to a standstill
To get in touch with them.
Nicked and pilfered you are
Ended up missin’ too much of them,
A sting in my wits,
Conveyed my recall.
I sniggered and cackled,
As they beamed and grinned
Gulped nil yet bushed,
I’m kinda ******** now.**
How wintry the weather is,
For Christmas is roughly near
Today, I’ll close these eyes
Calling upon for their wellbeings.
(12/14/11 @Xirlleelang)
May 27, 2014
May 27, 2014 at 2:33 AM UTC
Hey time,
C’mon, it’s you.
‘Wanna bring you to a standstill
To get in touch with them.
Nicked and pilfered you are
Ended up missin’ too much of them,
A sting in my wits,
Conveyed my recall.
I sniggered and cackled,
As they beamed and grinned
Gulped nil yet bushed,
I’m kinda ******** now.**
How wintry the weather is,
For Christmas is roughly near
Today, I’ll close these eyes
Calling upon for their wellbeings.
(12/14/11 @Xirlleelang)
The Journey 2011
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