she was surrounded by angels.
she called them her friends.
walking alone, she was not alone.
thinking of nothing, her head fills.
she is never alone, even when there is only one shadow.
she only thinks of good things.
it's a good way to avoid the bad.
she always has one good thing in her head to keep
away the bad bits of the day.
she was surrounded by people
she called them nothing.
walking with them, she felt alone.
thinking of them, her head is empty.
she is always alone, even when she is a part of the group.
she thinks of things.
it's a good way to avoid the real world.
she always had one thing in her head to keep her
occupied.
she was no ones anything.
 Never Ask Dante · Tue Mar 06, 2007 @ 11:26pm · 0 Comments |
