Tuesday, May 18, 2010
Disconnected
Mermaids in situation,
That is my frustration
In a gut; I'm blazing gold
But it's snowing cold
Lovers on a ride
High up in the sky
They showered gifts and many sins
To simplify their peasant lives
It's confusion riding
Tweaking my bones,
Bearing my mind with adolescent hopes
Not unlikely one could connect with