Tumbleweed
**written for my dear friend who lives on the land, drifting from house to house, bed to bed, never a stable home...all my friends hate his ability to charm his way into our wallets and our of our homes, but we love him...that is why i chose "love"...** alone again this tumbleweed of society floating aimlessly his next meal, warm bed drifter, loner, social butterfly lover of all things beautiful yearner of all things pure brighten your day his sweet smile so charismatic personality so temtping falling in love -a neccesary move?- believing his lies longing for his freedom scared to leave security follow this whimsicle image he'll bring you through his ferris wheel toss your emotions, a hurricane's force you'll love every second wish for more you'll love to hate this tumbleweed of society Written February 12th, 2002 © on Feb 12 2002 11:38 AM PST, Nichole 18 • 0 • 8
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"**written for my dear friend who lives on the land, drifting from house to house, bed to bed, never a stable home...all my friends hate his ability to charm his way into our wallets and our of our homes, but we love him...that is why i chose "love"...**..."