Feb 5, 2010

Taller then me


Stop, hence the past I have described,
These melting words that seem to cry
Stop, hence the words that become before
These melting words, echo through the floors.

1. Sunshine that dwindles, please dont dwindle.
Moonlight that follows. Please dont hollow.

2. I am not the creation of your face and..
Tie your lace son, we've got to start running.

3. As if their eyes were open, flooded with things
they wanted to believe.

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