sábado, 9 de fevereiro de 2008

O Daryl é que a sabia toda!


This is a new garden over old flowers
And old makes old jokes take on the feel of the lore
And new lips are cradled sense of humor
So don't waste wishes on him
Wish that one day they'd figure out how to shrink stars and I could keep one in my bedroom
And wish that me and her could grow old together
And wish that in my next life I come back as a tiger
These are fun wishes
In about seven minutes you can start
'Til then, you'll just listen to the radio from seat's edge
As if then it's the look on your face
As if, as if then you'll matter
And then I can't wait


- Hidden poem (kkbb) - GlassJAW

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