Caged-Wilderness

You are ice and fire, The touch of you burns my hands like snow. You are cold and flame. You are the crimson of amaryllis, The silver of moon-touched magnolias. When I am with you, My heart is a frozen pond Gleaming with agitated torches Amy Lowel

I've been crushed like paper I've been washed like rain I've been scared of sleeping In case I wake up the same I've been broken and battered I've been lost in my home I've been cryin' a river I've been cold as a stone But falling into you It carries me far enough away And everything you do It lightens up my darker side of day I just hope that the wind Doesn't blow you away

I should give up on normal attempts at relaxing... Camping really didn't do it for me this week... Hate to sound like a typical teen without my cell but really...Thank God for music, my guitar and my book. I should have picked up my pencil but I foresaw any picture getting wrecked in either the rain , fire or snow ( What the hell was that about... ?! It's July!?)