Down beyond the leaf

I stand on a rocky street

and the wind blow little

making my mind relax

and i feel good.



down the street

i see you

stand lonely

just you.

then wind blows your blonde hair

but you just dont care.
then i ask my self “how pretty is you?”

like the twinkle in the stars

oh you make me feel good

but i know

that you are not mine.

March 02.2009