Wanderer of Wonders

If you could sing some lullabyes for me during night and day, and then catch me when I need your arms the most; then perhaps I could visit your dreams till like eternity. Just so i can smell your presence, and please say you'd let me to.

Tuesday, June 12, 2007

A NIght of Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr

Tired,
Happy,
Excited,
Nearly dying before,
Nearly laughing a whle ago,
But it was more of a sadness,
Than this reality I've been dreaming of,
I would rather call it frustration,
or just really goddam tired of what had just happened.
Damn, how could he be so nice, so loving, so childish!
It's all folded into one, I hate wha's happening now.

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