Across the floor
Across the floor you run,
Shining like the yellow sun.
You left your sister all alone,
In her little zone.
You slept in the imprint of cedar,
Now I’m left to only feed her.
Of course I miss you, why do you ask?
This is your life’s task.
Forever in my heart and mind,
| Skittles |
| 25, Sep 2003 |
| Lindsay |