Sunday, April 27, 2008

native

Beauty
Beauty is so purty
mmmm... tree
Don't look at me
A snack for the queen
posion between
Native
drugged in a foreign land
never to return
or laugh again
Cig dresses
lost Lighter blues
Innocence is the braid
of times nuse
Look around
from the sky to the ground
this is as far as we go
The drop off:
The sun
at the end of the road
The end of our drive
Lets flip a bitch
and kill more hours
in the night
Lay a little longer
catch a star
burn out
more than just a wish
from a shooting star
Now you get to be
who you are
Your soul
native from your being
Don't destroy
like we did
sweet decoy
kiss of destraction
life of reactions
A clock
tick tock
suprises inside
look within
to figure without

1 comment:

Natascha said...

...so beautyful...