Staring at ceiling "All This " can't be all that bad.
One day growth will reach me.
"Oh" how I miss the taste of truth so, pure.
That's the way you open your mouth fallen rainbows seem to
reach just a air. It's wild "How" we seem so complete.
Each step we move side to side which is never the same step.
Calmness keeps me up each day. The sun raises I bow to beauty of you. I will remember all this. I take in all the pieces. Tasteless words. Steal the outcome of youth.
Apr 2, 2014
Apr 2, 2014 at 11:45 AM UTC
Staring at ceiling "All This " can't be all that bad.
One day growth will reach me.
"Oh" how I miss the taste of truth so, pure.
That's the way you open your mouth fallen rainbows seem to
reach just a air. It's wild "How" we seem so complete.
Each step we move side to side which is never the same step.
Calmness keeps me up each day. The sun raises I bow to beauty of you. I will remember all this. I take in all the pieces. Tasteless words. Steal the outcome of youth.
