disorted dreams, by a rose by any other name would hurt just as bad. Subscribe to rss feed for a rose by any other name would hurt just as bad.

screwed up
mixed up
i cant see
no matter how much i try
i have this dream
every night and at the end
a fugure? a person?
i awake to wonder all day
who?
when?
why?
anxouse to go to sleep
to see the figure
to be comfortable 
to be stable
when i find you
i can see
the figure
its me...
Posted: 2007-08-29 02:00:11 UTC

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2007-05-17 18:30:50Angel of Music
interesting...

2007-12-01 00:41:54.:side:walk:.
very creative!