at my window....

"off late phoenix was flyin swift in ma dreams.

.lappin its wings,the finest of birds..

..the phoenix..

but when i woke up
ther aint any phoenix..
jus the cloudy sky..
alludin all that i called hope.....
music of sighs roaring real loud..
wher do i search the phoenix....
for it has got lost in the wilderness????????


everyday i wait at my window for u my bird..
hopin you would com in a swift move n
peck at the crumbs that is left as ma hope..


i will wait till i becom a gerontologist's guinea..."


POSTED BY THE BLOGGER
WHO IS TERRIBLY LOST IN THE WILD
N IS PARANOID N WHO HS GOT NOTHIN LEFT AS HOPE