thoughts 12-01-95
Casting shadows on the water.
Rushing up against the shore.
Tired of being tied-up.
Tired of being confused.
You were once my only dream.
NOW;
I feel myself changing.
I feel myself shifting.
It's just a phase we all go threw.
It's just like walking under water.
It's like walking heels to toes.
Jump up high to touch the sky.
Come back down and kiss me slow.
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