a late night thought/ poem

as the trees blow in the harsh wind it reminds me of the wind blowing that girls beautiful brown hair and the way i felt about that girl made the wind stand still and made time stop. i will always remeber that girl and every time there is a gentil breeze it will bring me back to that time and place, wich always brings me to my knees

mattbs blog

this is a blog about the days in the life of me a high school student..............and some other stuff