Thursday, April 28, 2011

Baby blue eyes

Head in the clounds.
Feet planted on the ground.
All this talk,
But nothing worth talking about.


When the wind blows,
I stand still.

Build them up,
Break me down.
I'm bound to an endless satisfaction to never be figured out, 
I wont stand down,
No walls will fall down. 
Ive said it before and ill say it again. 
i have no problem turning the other way. 




Theres to much to tell,
Not enough time
There's an endless story behind these blue eyes.

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