Wednesday, March 18, 2009

Fortune Teller

Feet dipped into icy water
Which bends and breaks around sticks and stones
She counts the minutes until her toes go numb
And drops to her ankles
Rushing the sensation away

I wish I knew the seasons and the years
The way you make me feel and if it'll stay here
I guess what I'm saying is I wish the future was mine
To take or tell or leave behind

Blah blah blah I don't like rhyming
I just wish I wasn't so afraid of everything I don't know...

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