Tuesday, January 16, 2007 •
& i blogged at 5:01 PM
today, my ginger has been robbed from me by someone. i dun wan say who.
i'm bored. will someone go out with me.
the sky's crying today
the clouds mourn with a face of gray
to you to me there's nothing to say
because today the sun has not shone one streak of ray
puddles of tears soak my shoes
bitter wind whip my shirt loose
howling echoes rip past me
swirling fog so dense i can't see
a thousand individuals run and hide
to be on protection's side
everyone's running away from the rain
who wants to feel drenching pain
like an emptying nova
so many gone, so many too far
all that's left is one being
one remaining under the sky's crying
but then again,
42% calm
57% sad
1% love
that's all that i am.
a emotion composition-ed individual standing under the crying sky