Sunday, May 9, 2010

I felt safe and sound when you're around me.

Most of the time i'm so happy i could burst into a million butterflies.


                                   *explosion sound*



The leaves tremble at the touch of wind
Earth displaced, your trust misplaced
The world spins but not at your whim
Time and again
Infuriated by what you see and hear
There is nothing here, only that which you fear

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