healing. .
lost deep within my thought's. .
memory hurts everything felt. .
shinning on the present to repeat the past. .
hoping this night's my last. .
running from everything,
standing for nothing. .
then a gentle touch from a beautiful flower,
must be ivy or poision oak,
maybe its that marijauana you smoke. .
since that day we've hardly spoke. .
yet something was felt, although a generation apart. .
some how, she touched my heart. .
memory hurts everything felt. .
shinning on the present to repeat the past. .
hoping this night's my last. .
running from everything,
standing for nothing. .
then a gentle touch from a beautiful flower,
must be ivy or poision oak,
maybe its that marijauana you smoke. .
since that day we've hardly spoke. .
yet something was felt, although a generation apart. .
some how, she touched my heart. .