You give me a fistful pain,i shall sell you some dreams;
dreams in red, blue, green. which one you need, dear soul?
Sunday, August 30, 2009
Reflections
A mirror broken, broken--- abides million. Shattered, my face appeared and splintery, hopes of "Urs" Wrecked, dreams of "Ours" "Reflected"---, and dull it Shined.
No comments:
Post a Comment