Examine the industrious seduction crane
impel the ball straight through Gold
while I look pleased and proud of it,
of him. Maybe I should turn to the
beach and swim as far as I could and
become a lighthouse somewhere and usher
ships like you in the dark.

And what's so good about light?
The accentuated grimes in the soil
of the whole? I'd dig deep and always,
ensconse all the rays and pretend
sunrise is a legend of its own,
just to hide this mug from you.
Last edited by ali.guitarkid7 at Dec 16, 2011,