Wednesday, May 13, 2009

In da write place

Flowers aint sining and birds aint bloming they are all in thier write place exept me i try and smile but without noticing it turns up side down i try 2 laught but it turns 2 an oppiste sound and water just spils 4rm behind my eyes but fish aint walking and ice aint swimming they are all in thier write place exept me i try to love but then it turns in something that make my heart go faster with not love but the oppiste like a dog feels towards thunder mabe i'm not in my write place write now but unlike a flower, ice, fish, or a bird i still hve time 2 get it write

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