Monday, May 24, 2010

I cant explain it

Sometimes I just need it.
And you always seem to know what I need.

But I will never tell you

I tell you lies
when you ask me what I'm thinking of
or wishing for.
I wish for you...
each and every day,
and I secretly hope
that you wish for me too.


God what I would give to dance,
and paint
in my studio right now.
Im so in the mood to create!

Broken Wings

We fall from the sky
Like angels with broken wings
Crying out into the night
We scream, we fight
~Chris Popp