Wednesday, January 17, 2007
i don't think its your fault either
black coffee, half empty cup. she threw her white diamonds in the trash and white pearls on the sidewalk. beauty needs to be thrown out into the cold to be saved by some warmth. this green tint in the air holds promises for the future, but who knew what the day would bring?
today i felt a feeling unlike i have felt before. and honestly it scares me.
i want to go back to yesterdays pink sunset and cold wind.
1 Comments:
Some promises are meant to be kept. Tomorrow will be grey, or yellow or blue or maybe even white. But I promise, tomorrow will be a different colour. Look forward to it.
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Hey. I'm sorry I've taken such a long time to make the return visit. Your blogs fantastic. And thanks for dropping by on mine.