in possession of gold, first i have to make room, i do that, then while guarding the gold, i rise up, hand out stretched, fingers flexed, it was beautiful yet the end result was a miss.
and i makes me wonder how could it have felt so good, so majestic and miss, how could it?
Friday, February 12, 2010
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment