10.10.2013

Lyza Elisabeth

Happy, make happy. Despite, for me. Despite of me. This solitary from much joy caused mistake, It will resolve eventual mistake hope.
Long for correction thanks
It was joy then joy then break in you then uplift Of that button that one
That one time things went great then broke So sad, I hate sad, Happy, Make happy proven by a now smile. Now smile. That would rule if you did. Totally Uplift out of that wrong To This eventual
This eventual fixing Right smile
Before us
Not enough but Hope
Night next day Beauty
Next day beauty of loss
Next days correction of what Went right
What went right worked so lovely pulled Back wrong way away
Wrong but much interest to what would be Gains of days passing
Pass right along till Ok. Ok awful Feeling go Away.
Be brought to what Was just joy.
Before Before
Hope was needed, When it flowed right And the sudden left Awful never's gain
Correct this love of thanks, For being, here, being,
Making joy, Felt joy
Loss.
That story yet told, that gain
Yet made of whim to What an end.
Tomorrow wills
That today Was right Radiance