I can feel his hands on my hips And the trill of battle, too I can be who I want to be And do what I dream of doing I can be alongside people Who I could only hope to know I can yell And I can scream And I can cry And be in pain And I can live Like no one does And I can have courage That I don't normally have I can cast A magic spell Or I can kiss A boy of dreams
But it's only text Only in my head But still For me, this text is a reality
Pressure Sensative · Sun Feb 10, 2008 @ 05:27am · 0 Comments |