By sweetness Date: 2002 May 11 Comment on this Work [[2002.05.11.14.09.21390]] |
When the day is sweet and the sky is blue I sometimes forget to think of you. When when I'm aching, tired and crawl into bed nine times out of ten you fill my head. When my world is right and nothing is wrong you're no more to me than an old sad song. But when my head is full and I pick up my pen there you are in words again. |