Monday, December 15, 2008

with you

Looking at myself with you ,
I look at a happy pair.
I am the lucky one, as I have been feeling with you
You make me feel free,
free like the breeze blowing down the street.
There isn't a care about the world, not a worry in sight.
I look at the world through your smiling eyes
And laugh at the devil as his train rolls by.

1 comment:

  1. :) sob sob sob... GET OUT and smell some fresh air for once.. slap the first man u see on the street and walk away as if he did some mistake leaving him behind wondering for the rest of the time, what did he do wrong :)) If he has taste, he should come back the following day hoping to get slapped by the bomb shell again ;) -Morgan.


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