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Wednesday, March 18, 2009

Old Skool

I.
Drink a drop of hope and watch it grow inside,
Plant a seed of happiness and pesticide the pride.
With the grieving comes the mourning,
With the mourning comes the sun.

II.
Warm talk by a drafty window
Camera flashes lighting moments
Saturday night in a city of sound and lights
And loving every minute of this short life
And it's a great night for me to fall in love with who I am
To embrace my beauty before anyone else can

III.
If I could write words with this cigarette smoke,
I'd have a novel.
If I could cash this reality check,
I would be a millionaire.
And If I could save all our time in a bottle,
I would still be very thirsty.

1 comment:

  1. i like this.

    is it supposed to be 3 pieces? or one with 3 parts?

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