Tuesday, March 21, 2006

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rooftop

she wakes on a traffic
she walks down cold halls
she sat facing a cube
she does it day in day out
she falls asleep on a traffic
filled with silent dreams
she walks home with a vaccum mind
and drowns it with blood water
she enters a room with a made up view
and awaits the darkness and rain
hope she finds pleasure in pain

she wakes on a rooftop and things began to stir
she walks down a yellow brick road
she lies on a field of white roses
she does it day in day out
she falls asleep with butterflies
filled with champagne dreams
she walks home with a jar of glee
and feed it with dew
she enters a room full of bloom
and awaits the moon to turn soon

love,sanchia march 20th 2006

Monday, March 20, 2006