you were 4 and i was 6 we planted this apple seed covered in mud, hahaha i remember mum went mad we never really looked again just went about our youth we fought and laughed
she takes the stance, you feel the glance, eyes roll and a solitary foot taps, hands hold hips as if legs will fall off, you know its a sedimentary storm a brewing,
stirring echoes, generations gone by, feel my touch and stifle my cry, in slumberland i live til my yearning amounts, to you counting spoonfuls of milk to 6 ounce,
it didnt on me, until i found the key, the answer is quite sweet, if you will listen and take a seat, for to find who you are, simply unscrew the jar, metaphorically talking i am,
From a boy who grew to a man who could, Never express love as he should, To explain his fears and tell of his doubts, Though in his mind his thought were like shouts,
