humming reggae beats-like backdropped
star.spun songs of misgiving.
drinking my way to freedom- 40 ounces at a time.
I'm sure I'm not alone. and we're simply sentient.
so.fucking.magnificent.
en un sentido somos invencibles
pisarme como el agua -aclamaciones
a el que consiguió lejos
malos pescados en una placa de corazones quebrados
so close to perfect. tonight we'll dance.
to serenades screamed in native-syllables.
these voices take me to times I've longed to forget.
the past is vicious.
and I'm far too vulnerable.
medios tributos del asno
y un poco también cerca de hogar
con verdades incoherentes. somos todos los mentirosos
y cómo falto esas consonancias
esta música de la tierra. me toma el hogar
y dios. es tan hermoso
es imposible cubrir mis ojos
pero. No sé si incluso deseo a.
my eyes are almost as sore as my hands.
and my heart is almost as broken as my wrists.
caressing harmonies with something almost as sublime.
and we're going the wrong way on the right path.
pero, las estrellas no lloran más
han encontrado su brillo caído
it's blasting in my stereo.
[thankyou]
© 2006 Jon Rodgers
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