The Musings Of A Tired Poet

Tuesday, July 13, 2010

The freckled Vixen with brown eyes

Roll down the windows,
Singing to the wind
Leave it all behind.
I can't help but feel addicted
We laugh, we sing,
This is my everything.
Dip our fingers in paint,
We'll paint the city red
We'll paint the sky blue
We'll paint rainbows out of clouds
We'll light this whole fucking town on fire.

Posted by Jacky at 3:07 PM

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