Tuesday, January 18, 2005Name DayI was small then, a rail child Mere tumbleweed, the wind Rattled my lungs and left me Gasping for air, like love A silent emotion moving Through the tracks, a train With no passengers, No Los Angeles was there A place to call home, Daddy Capital D, not like mommy Lower case m, you were Important, my... Sign in to see full entry.posted by MiaElla at 1:31 PM Comments (5) (permalink) |
