What it feels like.
Is this what it feels like
Nothing but regrets
No more and no less
And you lose your soul
I've lost what it feels like
Is it warm or is it cold
Feeling young, feeling old
Head down, miss the goal
When will I feel like
The fog in this heart
So bright and so dark
Doesn't cover the light
I hope for what it feels like
Correction back to one
Dead stop into a run
Daytime in the night
Nothing but regrets
No more and no less
And you lose your soul
I've lost what it feels like
Is it warm or is it cold
Feeling young, feeling old
Head down, miss the goal
When will I feel like
The fog in this heart
So bright and so dark
Doesn't cover the light
I hope for what it feels like
Correction back to one
Dead stop into a run
Daytime in the night
posted by Patty VonWebster at 6:32 AM
4 Comments:
I sense a need for pink ponies and rainbows. Pink ponies and rainbows can solve anything. 8D Seriously. I mean, they prance around in the blue sky with the little fairies and the little daisies that sing the Barney song all day long.
(amazing poetry, tho)
Be sure you remove any "stash" Laura might have lying around in her room when you get to Stockholm.
Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha--NO.
Wheeeeeeeeeeeeee. I'm hyper.
...
(You would never find it, anyway. 8DD)
I'll track down her dealer.
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