Thursday, June 15, 2006
he had the fingers of a farmers hands
eyes show the rush of blood to the head
tremendous temper like a tough december
tears wet the pillows she lies down on the bed
heavy heart beat beats a selfrightous rythem
convincing himself what he did was not wrong
it feels like a lifetime every second she's with him
each small moment seems to go on so long.
eyes show the rush of blood to the head
tremendous temper like a tough december
tears wet the pillows she lies down on the bed
heavy heart beat beats a selfrightous rythem
convincing himself what he did was not wrong
it feels like a lifetime every second she's with him
each small moment seems to go on so long.
