Wednesday, August 13, 2008
Tuesday, August 5, 2008
Scatterbrain Sessions 2
disinfect my discontent disconnected from the one so distant
dialing digits to defend the love the hater disses
dreaming of the day we meet in between the stairwell
smoking cigarettes lost in thought kissing under stars
you in front me behind
hold my hand your hand in mine
wrapped around my arms
and forget the world we'll leave behind before we sound the bells
and sail the seas in our dreams as we climb our stairwell
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