vineri, 20 noiembrie 2009

“She doesn't think right.”

Maybe she doesn't but she can feel the light,
She can feel it shine and become bright,
From the bottom to it's hight,
Come and bow before her might!

What is a dress without a brain,
And why isn't there a fire in the rain?
What can one do to become undone?
(That is the mystery for some)

-Guytar Guy- \m/

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