Thousand poems written and read
Wispering sweet nothings
Words of such caustic nonsense numb the eras of serenity.
And the scent of the sense of nonsensical sense fills the room.
Reality is just a staircase leading nowhere
But then again, what is time when you are in infinity?
Fighting the sane and obscure
And yet, those rats consumes my imagination.
So....yur sayin a "rat" gave
So....yur sayin a "rat" gave you a ring and turned your finger green?
"Deepinyourdreams"
I think...
Hmm. I think I'm saying that everything that shines aren't made of gold.
When ever I turn around I see a shadow of a stranger
Haha..
I can relate.
Story of my life.
-- Jordan <3