My thoughts are like rocks
they remain...
no matter how much time passes, They will only disappear when broken and then
still
it turns into sand
So now my thoughts are like a desert of the million rocks I have broken and full of rocks I still wish to shatter But the sand remains so I'll never forget The bad memories
because good memories, are flowers, which die and rot away
cry sigh
EggplantStew · Mon Jan 09, 2006 @ 07:07pm · 0 Comments |