And all I ever wanted
.
Was my own cool spot of sunshine
My flaming bucket of rain
My own slim glass of happiness
Blazed with a streak of pain.
.
I wanted
Yes, I wanted
.
And you didn't?
-------------
.
And all I ever asked for
.
Was a whiff of song
To right the wrong
.
A funny faded picture
.
A poem of purple hue
And just that tiny hint
.
One tiny hint
of you.
.
I never did ask, or did I?
.
.
.
speak to the dark angels
.
Was my own cool spot of sunshine
My flaming bucket of rain
My own slim glass of happiness
Blazed with a streak of pain.
.
I wanted
Yes, I wanted
.
And you didn't?
-------------
.
And all I ever asked for
.
Was a whiff of song
To right the wrong
.
A funny faded picture
.
A poem of purple hue
And just that tiny hint
.
One tiny hint
of you.
.
I never did ask, or did I?
.
.
.
speak to the dark angels
posted by Inkblot at Friday, March 10, 2006
4 Comments:
what was that she said?
the mystery girl was wrong.
and this piece proves it.
why did you leave him? why can't you go back to him and tell him that you want him back? Why? Why o why is it so hard for you to embrace the truth when he's there?
One tiny hint
of you.
sometimes it seems like it is but these little pieces that keep us together, whole and sane.
beautifully written,inkblot.
That was real nice .
If we only got wehat we wnted life would be too perfect .
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