A portrait of a woman, there is nothing more beautiful. To fill a mans heart of the sight of what is beautiful in the world no farce just art in it true state. The eyes, the lips, the body, of a woman is truly art.
farrahrockstar@gmail.com
Monday, December 14, 2009
Sunday, December 13, 2009
Sometimes I wish, I was a butterfly,
To fly free, from place to place.
To make a decision,"I want to go away."
I would spread my wings and go...
Fly through the breeze,
In the air above the ocean,
I'd sit on the sea, follow the waves.
I would fly to the trees,
Nap in the breeze.
If I were only a butterfly,
I could spread my arms,
Wings would appear.
I could follow my every whim,
Go toward the sun,
Until my wigs got heavy.
I'd soar a little more.
I would find a field of wildflowers,
A pretty little spot,
I'd drop down,
Land on the perfect flower,
Till I want to fly once more...
farrahrockstar@gmail.com
To fly free, from place to place.
To make a decision,"I want to go away."
I would spread my wings and go...
Fly through the breeze,
In the air above the ocean,
I'd sit on the sea, follow the waves.
I would fly to the trees,
Nap in the breeze.
If I were only a butterfly,
I could spread my arms,
Wings would appear.
I could follow my every whim,
Go toward the sun,
Until my wigs got heavy.
I'd soar a little more.
I would find a field of wildflowers,
A pretty little spot,
I'd drop down,
Land on the perfect flower,
Till I want to fly once more...
farrahrockstar@gmail.com
Saturday, December 12, 2009
TROUBLE
He says
he likes my moods,
like others have done before.
My heart yearns for it too,
I wont be picked apart.
Saw his face in a crowded room,
Drunks and skunks all around.
I saw him,
his eyes shined to mine,
he saw my light...
I tell ya burning bright,
He says he like my moves,
thinks I so smooth,
he is too.
Trouble, trouble,
found me a double.
Dares me to show him,
Truth, Faith,
Art, Time.
He listens,
gives me hope,
sees me for what I am,
no longer lost and lonly.
I'm found again,
he rizes my spirit.
I leave the pain behind,
He says, he likes my,
attitude says,
I'm badass,
makes me want to think fast.
He like my mood.
If I could I would,
eat him with a spoon,
I was dancing in a croud,
he made me feel like,
we were in an empty room.
www.myspace.com/farrahmoan
he likes my moods,
like others have done before.
My heart yearns for it too,
I wont be picked apart.
Saw his face in a crowded room,
Drunks and skunks all around.
I saw him,
his eyes shined to mine,
he saw my light...
I tell ya burning bright,
He says he like my moves,
thinks I so smooth,
he is too.
Trouble, trouble,
found me a double.
Dares me to show him,
Truth, Faith,
Art, Time.
He listens,
gives me hope,
sees me for what I am,
no longer lost and lonly.
I'm found again,
he rizes my spirit.
I leave the pain behind,
He says, he likes my,
attitude says,
I'm badass,
makes me want to think fast.
He like my mood.
If I could I would,
eat him with a spoon,
I was dancing in a croud,
he made me feel like,
we were in an empty room.
www.myspace.com/farrahmoan
Friday, November 27, 2009
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