Monday, 5 July 2010
01:02:43 PM (GMT)
Dreaming on sidewalks with
pieces of chalk.
Remembering all of the times that we talked.
all faces and some of the names
of the people who mattered and didn't the
Writing on paper with no lines to guide us.
Thinking of all the
times we made a big fuss
over the little things in life and not.
of the people we let rot.
Tear drops that fall, but they don't mean a
Tracing the words to song we could never sing.
Blaming the world for
nothing at all.
Sometimes I'm glad that I'm not so tall.
circles to find something brand new.
Fearing changes, but there's nothing to
You told me kind words and I did bleieve,
but those are memories I
don't want to retrieve.
People don't realize that we're not too young.
We're brave enough to stand and not run.
But still they deny us with things
that we need,
they call them wants that we just can't keep.
rides with no maps or road signs.
Escaping the world and their cruel and sick
Out with the new and embracing the old.
At least that is what I'm
But still I think of a you and a me.
I know that this is
something you can not see.
But still a gril can dream, and dream I do.
dream of a world where there's a me and you.