now just cos i can

A flower grew amongst the weeds
It sheltered there for those to see
No one came and
No one saw
It bowed it's head and flowered no more
@~}~
But to it's memory it's seeds did come
And pushed the busy weeds away
Each year they called their pretty song
Until a child did come and sing along
@~}~ @~}~ @~}~

create create create
where to being
damn i should do this more often

life is .... well life
what's the use of talking about it when everyone has it
so i need to talk about something else
hhhmmmm
i'll get back to ya on it