A lack of
I can only see In white and grays and blacks For my eyes now though they be well indeed intact. Yet all I see when there should be green Are whites and grays and blacks Yet to see something so green would only be a tax.
Though my life is filled with love and much happiness All I see is stress and pain and neglect. In my mind I know that I am here with more than I Yet in my mind it repeats and all I hear "Goodbye"
LingeringRepose · Sun Feb 17, 2008 @ 09:34pm · 1 Comments |