Ashley
Bluelight Crew
- Joined
- Jun 17, 2005
- Messages
- 1,000
I'd bottle all your kisses,
If only for a day,
You're my sedentary mistress,
I never loved you anyway,
Over the ocean, yet
Far far away,
Lies a glitter box of fairies,
Who whisper through the trees,
And placate all of your,
Wants and your needs,
Who devised this anyway?
This crazy theatrical madness,
Every day, it just makes me,
Sadder and sadder,
Where are the flowers?
Growing in pastures of political powers.
Though they never saw it coming,
It had actually never left,
Such a dark and foul experiment.
If only for a day,
You're my sedentary mistress,
I never loved you anyway,
Over the ocean, yet
Far far away,
Lies a glitter box of fairies,
Who whisper through the trees,
And placate all of your,
Wants and your needs,
Who devised this anyway?
This crazy theatrical madness,
Every day, it just makes me,
Sadder and sadder,
Where are the flowers?
Growing in pastures of political powers.
Though they never saw it coming,
It had actually never left,
Such a dark and foul experiment.