No rhyme
Mocking Bird | 3 May 2007, 12:16am
Its only valleys that I see
Out of the corner of my eye
As I skid through life
I see precarious cliffs
Waiting to tip something over
Or someone
And through this all
I smell the sweet grass
Wet with the morning dew
The tingling warmth
Overwhelms
I smell the freedom
It's only a minute away
I wait with baited breath
For the fall to begin
Out of the corner of my eye
As I skid through life
I see precarious cliffs
Waiting to tip something over
Or someone
And through this all
I smell the sweet grass
Wet with the morning dew
The tingling warmth
Overwhelms
I smell the freedom
It's only a minute away
I wait with baited breath
For the fall to begin
Current Mood: Sloshed
Current Music: Snow Patrol: Chasing Cars
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