I'm not gonna cry anymore,
Feel bad anymore,
It doesn't matter anymore.

'Cause thoughts of flights of fanciness,
Are circling 'round my head.
And in this pool of happiness,
I will drown my dread.

I'm not gonna moan anymore,
Piss and moan anymore,
No one wants to hear it anymore.

'Cause in my head I push aside,
Thoughts of blue untru.
And I can see with rosy eyes,
What I want to see in you.

You become what I see,
My world around,
What I believe.
If anyone can see like me,
Say you do,
Then make it true.


Genevieve Hoskey
December, 2008
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