And I saw her standing there
wind blowing through her hair
and she was beautiful...
and she was beautiful...
and the sound of her voice would almost make you weep
and the sound of her breathing would put you right to sleep
and she was beautiful...
and she was beautiful...
and a frown on her face would bring a strong man to his knees
and a smile in her eyes would cause him to beg please
and she is beautiful...
and she is beautiful...
and she is mine!
Thursday, June 21, 2007
Saturday, June 9, 2007
Friday, June 8, 2007
Watching the Woman of his Dreams
He sees you in his sleep
Though he doesn't know your name
He can see your face
but it isn't just the same
And at night, he dreams
Spinning webs of moonlight
he dreams you into being
your eyes glint of starlight
as you dance through his dreams
He doesn't know you're real
The woman of his dreams
Doesn't know how you feel
The woman of his dreams
Though he doesn't know your name
He can see your face
but it isn't just the same
And at night, he dreams
Spinning webs of moonlight
he dreams you into being
your eyes glint of starlight
as you dance through his dreams
He doesn't know you're real
The woman of his dreams
Doesn't know how you feel
The woman of his dreams
Thursday, June 7, 2007
If I were wise
Some-times I die.
Deep in my heart
I don't know why.
Some-times you cry.
If I new what
If I only new why
All...
vows that you make
All..
hearts that you break
All ...
these games that you play.
All ...
these lies that you say.
Now...
If I were wise
I'd see past the pain
I'd see past the lies
But...
of friendship and trust
The promise of love
Its really not just
So...
We fail in this dance
We get caught in the web
We end up discarded
Deep in my heart
I don't know why.
Some-times you cry.
If I new what
If I only new why
All...
vows that you make
All..
hearts that you break
All ...
these games that you play.
All ...
these lies that you say.
Now...
If I were wise
I'd see past the pain
I'd see past the lies
But...
of friendship and trust
The promise of love
Its really not just
So...
We fail in this dance
We get caught in the web
We end up discarded
Saturday, April 28, 2007
News: French hate self more than American hate them.
Apparently the French hate themselves more than Americans hate them. Ah, those wacky French and their comedic self loathing.
Snakes in a hallway.
I found a two foot long Back Racer snake in the physics building. It was relaxing, curled up on the floor in the middle of the first floor hallway. I was walking in and saw it just a whole troop of boy scouts were walking in as part of a tour. The poor thing almost got trampled, but I was able to save it. I scooped it into my backpack and then released it outside.
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