[psychogist]

-remembering last years birthday party-

. . .laying on my bed, pondering on my past deeds. . .
. . .it's keeping me awake, giving everything some meaning. . .
. . .little actions done, my faceless expression. . .
. . .that summer of six, emotions oppression. . .
. . .my unsaid words, and those that came out wrong. . .
. . .reactions were bent, your lyrics to my song. . .
. . .that morning as we woke, we shook up the sky. . .
. . .the picnic we had, you're warm apple pie. . .
. . .the laughs that we gave no meaning till now. . .
. . .the trips we saved, a week spent with the cows. . .
. . .situations we had stopped, our fights became crime. . .
. . .the drinks that we had, mixed with cherry coke lime. . .
. . .the music that played softly on the radio. . .
. . .your head on my shoulder they all would have known. . .
. . .the sunrise we felt, as it touched on the beach. . .
. . .the sand under our belts, a memory we should keep. . .
. . .the waves that be free, as they crashed along the shore. . .
. . .we all lay beneath those trees, none asking for more. . .


not my birthday party. . .but a really memorable one for me. . .

gosh cant sleep. . .