Go on; let the ink of your words spill forth on the yellowing paper.
Let it tell the truth of your feelings.
Your thoughts of envy and justice.
Let it tell the world your reflecting views like a mirror within the black pools that flow through your veins.
Your lips are a vessel.
Twisting and winding.
Contorting with your intentions.
A mocking rhythm follows the sound of your voice and it carries me up and down, in and out.
Forever pulling me through magnificent trances.
The images you create vividly re-created in my mind.
And I only hope that someday windblown caresses will be thrown my way.
Unknown "awesouris rex" Peaceful - 16 years, 4 months, 1 day ago

We made the resolute decision to run away
So I built us a white car made of ice and snow
The snowflakes blinded our eyes
But it got to where we needed to go.

We made the resolute decsion to start our lives
So I bulit one for us out of spring
The rain sometimes got in
But we finally got something to sing.

And when the leaves start to burn and turn
We won't have to worry
We can always run on our car made of ice and snow.
Unknown "awesouris rex" Peaceful - 16 years, 4 months, 2 days ago