Overcast Dreams The sky was always overcast, It was a perfect shade of gray. I just new it would forever last, At least to the end of the day.
Oh rain, rain, it's just a phase? Let me hear that familiar sound, And cure this case of the Mondays. Let it splash upon the ground.
Next I knew, not a cloud in the sky. It was magic, or so it would seem. For the world was still bone dry, 'Cause I awoke to find it was a dream.
Zaryan · Wed Oct 17, 2007 @ 03:20am · 2 Comments |