Sunday, February 12, 2006
Wednesday, February 08, 2006
i hate green day.. boo
sometimes it's good to cry out all my soul pain
and then feel the sore in my red rimmed eyes
for days on in.
sometimes it's good to be bruised on the outside
only to be able stretch out my arms high in priase
inside my mind.
the clouds were layered yesterday --
a deep september purple...
like a late summer grape