||Monday, January 22, 2007||
Street lamps | 1/22/2007 01:42:00 pm
Behind those shades are those dying eyes
As the cold breeze brushes her face
the hot tears made her shiver inside
Alone in a corner with no scrutinized eyes
She allowed herself to crumple and fall this time
no more walking away
no more walking away
Hands in her face blocking away the shame
fell hard on her knees too tired to runaway
Every breathe she took she felt the pain
Regretting taking all the chances in vain
she let herself slow and die this time
no more pushing the pain away
thinking back again
The street lamps lit up the pathway
She took the same route back again.
Through her eyes,the world's upturned.
When the world gains back it's sanity,
she lost her gravity and touched the ground...
ever so softly.....
Erica Janael.
it'spartytime,baby
Hey there!
Baby, retro is the new modern chic.
Looks like we're caught in a time warp.
let's boogie woogy...
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