[this is the worst vacation ever. i am going to cut your forehead open with a roofing shingle.]
i was packing and found a cd that shaun made for me and hid in my things when he gave them back to me. i've been listenening to it for a couple hours. i wrote something. it's not good.

i've lived my life this far
and there is still no one brighter than you.
no matter where you go,
please know...
i never wanted you to.
i wrote a letter to your god today.
asking him to take care of you.
and i'll ask him every day,
but i just wish you would stay.
where will i go when you're not around?
give me a reason not to roam the earth
looking for the reason you're in the ground.
it's inside the sky where i'll see you now.
unreachable distance
but you'll always be there.
inside my sky.
you and i were a flower.
when you become my sunn and i'm left alone to wilt,
will you shine on me?

i really don't like how i write. and i spelled sunn like that on purpose. i'm not in a very good mood.
- posted by angela @ 7:40 PM