Rambles, by . QUEENIE . Subscribe to rss feed for <b>. QUEENIE .</b>

the sounds brash
and blowing through the breeze
its a fleeting instant
when i forget to breathe

if you were there to see
me fall
you would have had it 
everything, your all.

it was one last step
from grace to pain
one last fight
i'll never win again.

xoxo
Ellie J
Posted: 2006-06-25 23:30:33 UTC

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