::confessions of a dreamer::

As the stars fall from grace and light your glowing face I'm teaching myself to dream I'm holding my breath to scream I'm teaching myself to believe in the things I don't understand I don't even know if they are true..but that's what dreamers do..



Apr 6, 2005
mystery to me

Her mind is like a very big house
We'd get lost there for hours
She's the neighbourhood queen
So are you still kissing cowboys that cry?
But she says: “No, don’t you see we have wings, It’s the funniest thing, it’s just that no ones knows.”
No one knows, sweet queen..

 


Posted at 08:07 pm by indigogirl

 

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