Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
Fool
You came back to me in blue.
Pure as an ocean, and
Almost as beautiful.
Glistening and gently rocking
In a soothing wind,
I pick you up, dust you off,
And place you in my heart once more.
I have become the fool;
Too real to know a fake.
9-11-09
Pure as an ocean, and
Almost as beautiful.
Glistening and gently rocking
In a soothing wind,
I pick you up, dust you off,
And place you in my heart once more.
I have become the fool;
Too real to know a fake.
9-11-09
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