August 2009
July 2009
You can’t ask for sweet dreams, then you won’t have em. They have to...
– Ben A.
She walks away The colors fade to gray Every precious moment now a waste She hits the gas Hoping it would pass But the red light starts to flash It’s time to wait And the black keys never looked so beautiful And a perfect rainbow never seemed so dull And the lights out Never had this brighter glow And the black keys showing me a world I never knew, no A world I never knew She hates the sun...