The impression of pleasure was for you.
By Kel Dayheart
The impression of pleasure was for you.
Caged bird sings a tune Most sorrowful in its sound Staring at the sky
I hope after I'm gone I come back as a sunflower So I have no cares Besides stretching upwards To the loving sun And I hope That one day I can put a smile On someone's face -Kel Dayheart
Fragment of a Figment 