Has I look out my window, past the long green oak trees, I feel the cool breeze whispering pass me trying to escape this bleak cold land.
I watch it sweep through the wondering clouds, no sense of direction, no place to call home, its all on it's own,like me,a lost soul!
Comments
insertponceyfre... | July 30, 2010 - 06:26
prettyrose are do you mean "as I look out of my window"?
Prettyrose | July 31, 2010 - 12:28
I always get those mixed up has/as :)And It is still a working progress not finished yet so it may start like something different lol but thank you at least reading it.
Prettyrose | July 31, 2010 - 12:28
that should read....for at least reading it lol