Such simplicaty.
Tremendous grace.
True elegance.
Until you wake.
Now nothing you do seems right.
Constantly getting into a fight.
Why can't this be a nightmare?
Why must my dreams be fiction?
Save me from my own stupidity.
Stop me from tripping over air.
Just once I would like t be someone of simple grace.
Elegance and poise wouldn't hurt too much either.
If I could just fall into a deep comatose state
filled with the sweet images of such simple grace.
I would truly be happy.
No more embarassment.
No more shame.
Just happiness.
 KariH8sEvry1 · Fri Nov 11, 2005 @ 01:46am · 0 Comments |
