Internal Graffiti
London
dead yellow flowers sit where she sings
and i take her wisdom in, along with a cigarette.
I figure there's a reason we're both sitting here right now
but neither of us have the answers yet.
and life seems sweeter here when I look outside
in an unfamiliar world...that suddenly just stops
she forms a moment with just a few chords
and we're both thinking the same thing;
we're thankful for what we've got.
we're not starving artists, but we're far from feeling 'full'
and coffee brews for the fouth time today
She sings a little louder now, to awake the artist in me
and it works...
I've already forgotten about yesterday
Deanna Prall
March 2008
*For Joani*
and i take her wisdom in, along with a cigarette.
I figure there's a reason we're both sitting here right now
but neither of us have the answers yet.
and life seems sweeter here when I look outside
in an unfamiliar world...that suddenly just stops
she forms a moment with just a few chords
and we're both thinking the same thing;
we're thankful for what we've got.
we're not starving artists, but we're far from feeling 'full'
and coffee brews for the fouth time today
She sings a little louder now, to awake the artist in me
and it works...
I've already forgotten about yesterday
Deanna Prall
March 2008
*For Joani*
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