Saturday, April 14, 2012


Look at the trees aligned in the waters edge
And they have no roots to hold on
Kind of listening to a song
The melody the words
Fleeting catching but gone
It makes me happy makes me feel
Emotions ready to explode
Catchy but noting on my pad
Carefully like a relationship
With a bad recipe
A big split is not so long away
I dance I prance and feel up and down
Music makes me go round and the dizziness
Starts overwhelmed by noise of someone
Reflecting on my life
How did they know
Where did they see
The emptiness in me
Like the water running free
No place for me to be

All art and verbiage are @ olives and you 2009-2012 unless otherwise stated.

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