You say you really know me
But exactly how much of me do you really understand?
thorns on roses.
Friday, December 10, 2010 / 12:52 AM

i lay my head back down, and count the sheep.
i look out the window, to wish upon a star.
i sit on my bed, letting my head wander.
i play the piano, allowing my feelings to pour.
i huddle on the floor, soaking in the reality.

i stand infront of the mirror, realizing my blurred vision.



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