the identity of one being ripped a… as if covered by the snow with each layer the complexity rises in the melting pot
i am the bottom of Cinderella’s sl… not seen and feels many hurts was caressed once when yonder a man searched for his… one to call - his love
so im stuck here beside my mind thinking all the time that i just discovered life while still making time to ride with paw prints beside
keeping us tipping on one toe always over guessing looking through the hole not sure if i have a soul
it just comes to me o yeah, that would be good in a poem so i write the line
the understanding can be had as we sleep at night may we play in that land the land of spirits
with hardness of heart great gnashing there will be lost in eternity if one came back they would see
or begins as the key climbs the string hey kite, what are thee to me for i say when you fly the cords of my mind
it’s the sound of a greeting card taped up to be displayed as if to say something as a greeting card would try to co… it’s message to the receiver
missing little piece’s buried in the box no edging left can’t get through the locks to retrieve through ground
until now when the understanding is felt while sifting fingers through freshly plowed dirt
you have away of making three equa… mixing the blue and yellow to spea… measuring the depths of the roots,… putting the whole on the scroll and sealing with the kings ring
o wheres the fun of heaven that the bible says but a god of love or love is god gave us a free will
we were young as we walked through… the pearly golden gates scratching our head from the dandruff attack that we breathed in
playing the notes as if they were lines fa so la so mi maybe missing a note, or off course for awhile