Nothing
When nothing comesShe sits and stares
She knows he's listening
No rips, no tares...
Nothing like sadness
Nothing real
No hurt, no tears
Just the nothing she feels...
She folds her hands
Lays her head on the floor
Nothing, just silence
And he's there for her...
Through his breath
She finds something
Tho' she's not sure
What she is made of
But she talks to Jesus
About nothing...
posted by Lindsey @ 9:44 PM
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Your are Nice. And so is your site! Maybe you need some more pictures. Will return in the near future.
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