Sunday, April 27, 2008

Pineapple poem

I like to write.

It takes my mind off of things… that or the other way around.

I like to read.

It keeps me sane.

I like to sleep.

It allows me to dream even if it’s all a fantasy.

I like to cry.

It helps me overcome whattever things they may be.

I like to daydream.

It sets me in a trance, in my world I am a vagabond.

I love to love you.

Of all the these things, It’s you that I love..

For those eyes root to my core…

Until the day the ashes and the dust and me no more.

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but can be found in everything..
I cannot be heard
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