And when it drizzles, these tiny comforting drops, and your friend is there to lend a ear, or shoulder, somehow it all seems ok. Talk of lives and dreams over home made screwdrivers, or stare up at the night sky -cigarette smoke instead of conversation...And all is well. For today, you don’t need 'em rose colored glasses.
Tomorrow I’ll find new ones
2 comments:
d green's missin now!!!
or maybe you could find your own little piece of sand and dig in with your head..thats what i do
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