.....A Poem by brianna vega
she said to me your a pretty little thing
it seems like you know the way of the waves and what the old people know you must be mistaken dear cause theres so much so much i cant understand so many questions i need to know know know know she said to me love i see in your eyes there wise wise wise your pupils have watched the way the crowds roll and what direction they should go in reply i answered you must be wrong cause im always walking the wrong way and every day im lost again she said oh honey i hear it in your voice the scratchy way you speak that the many winters youve seen and thoughts over cigarettes you smoke have changed your soul oh dear it must be just a cold coming on cause in california it never gets too cold. © 2010 brianna vegaAuthor's Note
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3 Reviews Added on September 18, 2010 Last Updated on September 18, 2010 Authorbrianna vegacity of lost angels, CAAboutThings have changed like the singing of rain Once soft Now pouring Soaking Softening Changing more.. |


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