Monday, October 15, 2007

Dissapointingly yours.

I'm dreaming of a space,
Where dreams are in place.
These times Oh why I waste?
Feels better when I'm with you,
better off with out you.
You use an excuse,
that you abuse.
Play a song hear the meaning.
Hear the meaning then play a song.
Need some competition from this repetition.
Faint smile for me to paint,
Lazer eyes that I always make.
Big house, fancy car,
My spouse, and my cigar.
Wondering how wonderful It would feel
If only the two of us were real.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Everything went well except the last part.