Shine.
Grave hearts turned to stoneFind to their surprise
The air about them
Is a grave as well
And the grass
May as well be granite
Bright hearts shine for their King
They burn like a flame
'Till never meets now
They find the stars too dim
And the sunlight cheerless
Their light is of another place.
yours,
~irish
posted by irish_luuuv @ 10:23 PM
5 Comments:
I like it. And i like the picture.
About your idea for those boys . . . I like yours much better than my brick through the head. I'm a little out of practice for threats and dealing with people. . . .
Love,
Adrienne
Hey Travis. What's up? Hey, call me and let me know when next week will be a good time. More than likely, we can meet at 5 or after, so just tell me what day. How's life? Well, gotta go.
Lots of Love,
brittyboo
hey kiddo,
i'm still in india but i found an internet cafe next door. how's life? i'll be back home by friday and hopefully i'll see you either sun or wed. i had alot of fun. i'll miss my grandmother's cooking and i went back on that decision i told you about. i am a little tanner, but i got this fair and lovely crap to keep me not as dark. i got sick a couple times, but it's all good. the mosquitoes are vicious. see you soon. :-D
rainu
nice post here luv.
glad to see you're actually embracing blogspot!
we're gonna miss you in the FALL dude, but i know you're going to take Lee by storm.
rock on.
I like that!
hope you're doing well
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