I have my futility and ideas and you have your guns and your head up in the sky
i wished upon a star that you would be here when things couldn't go on any worse, and, ha, i failed in my perceptions and hopes and dreams. its okay its alright. its bullets that sting and you only give me the trigger in all mocking earnestness.
a proud revolver in its perch high up in the sky. #Personalblog #2009