dave (part one), by wife2be Subscribe to rss feed for wife2be

the little boy 
thats sitting there 
why does he on that stare,
that stare in which he does not blink
it's as if you get lost and you don't want to think
he looks and looks but you don't see 
he wants people to let him be. 
they talk ad talk
yet he does not care 
all he does is stare and stare
Posted: 2008-01-26 22:48:26 UTC

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