Tuesday, August 22, 2006

9/30/02

Sometimes I see things that I shouldn't
And maybe you do things that you wouldn't
You just watch me fall into stupidity
And I fall and crumble back to reality
You scream yet somewhere smiling
Though the memories are thriving
We are the ones losing
As our paths of love keep crossing
What is carved in stone, was once modeling clay
If within we become the artist, nothing will part us
Reject our fears, follow our dreams, shaping our days
Wiping our tears, sewing our seems, changing our ways

September 30, 2002

1 comment:

Dollar Kidd said...

Basically we do as much to mold a failing relationship as we do to mold a happy one.

it really is our choice. well as long as you agree that honesty, loyalty and trust are improtant.