Thursday, April 7, 2011

Dreams of you

Always a strange one
Over many oceans
Too smart and too strong
Misunderstood by all
Sweet butter cup
Cut into your face
And today you ask
Who am I to you

Think back my friend
I want to run so fast
Standing still and I
Miss you so much
No one knows who you are
To me, and I scream so loud

Blinded by  it all
And you disapear
Why am I wandering
Without you next to me
Dreams come close
I stare, and you laugh
It will be, all right

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