harraser
Bluelighter
- Joined
- Oct 3, 2001
- Messages
- 2,091
The last few hours have been a century
Soo much has happened
Im tired and I want to sleep
But this feeling is too rare
To let it slip away
Without first putting down
A few words to forever store the moment
The lights dont look like angels
But Im gonna say they do
Coz in this night
Reality is mine to play with as I choose
I looked in the mirror
I looked like shit
And I smiled
I reached out and stroked my mirror cheek
Coz I am beautiful
Right now, pimpled and dirty,
I like myself
And I am happy
I am in my favorite chair
Drawing a smiley face on my big toe
And if this moment of contentedness
Could last for eternity
The smile would never leave my face
I am happy
Soo much has happened
Im tired and I want to sleep
But this feeling is too rare
To let it slip away
Without first putting down
A few words to forever store the moment
The lights dont look like angels
But Im gonna say they do
Coz in this night
Reality is mine to play with as I choose
I looked in the mirror
I looked like shit
And I smiled
I reached out and stroked my mirror cheek
Coz I am beautiful
Right now, pimpled and dirty,
I like myself
And I am happy
I am in my favorite chair
Drawing a smiley face on my big toe
And if this moment of contentedness
Could last for eternity
The smile would never leave my face
I am happy
