Thursday, August 6, 2009
My feet are there but I haven't washed my hair
Greetings Loves,
If fear is what makes us decide, our future journey. Then I'm not along for the ride, because I'm still learning. To try and touch the sky, my fingers are burning. Before you are old, you are young. I'm standing out in the street. The earth is moving, I could feel it under my feet. And I am still proving, that I can stand on my ground. To be lost before you are found, doesn't mean that you were losing. And it feels so good to hit the ground, once in awhile. You can watch me fall, right on my face. And I still wouldn't care, because someday I will rise. But that's not for now, and for now I'm falling. Falling down, down. Down.
Hear me when I say,
When I say I believe.
So far away,
I wish you were here.
Loves,When I say I believe.
So far away,
I wish you were here.
Aniss (:
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