Monday, June 28, 2010

Once Upon

* You were Driving Back Home. . . .

There was an accident.
There were no injuries.
We were suppose to heal...
We were'nt suppose to kneel..

I did'nt know how could your rain falls,
How had it fills in..
Inking your thoughts. *

Nobody drew the line,
It curves and it curves,
and it curves.

And it curves.
And it curves.

and it . . .