soft box
red lights
shine down
from the sky
a bomb in iran
but not today.
i'm afraid
i might die
before
you can love me, baby.
the light turns
green above your head
(you have to wave
your hand to get
its attention)
but nobody knows
how to fix it
besides me.
how can it be easy
when my eyes are tired
i cross across my heart
i will love you
no matter who
shoots us.
but you gotta
hold me, first.
Sunday, September 27, 2009
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wow! Leia you have always had a way with words, keep doing what your doing. This one kinda fits how my life is rightnow, Im sending it to Jon if you don't mind, and of course you will get all the credit!! Kuddos!! Thanks! Jessica Jordan
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