(9)
This is what I wish I could say to my father. Maybe one day I will.
i’ve never met somebody who set my blood on fire quite like this with flames moving throughout my body
A whisper fades on the evening wind along with the hope of tomorrows friend Yet there is a
I don’t have any words left to write so why do I even bother trying I have felt so
he plays his feelings out in the beat of his drum not realizing it’s taking the life right out of him
sitting by a monument tower for those fallen befor us yet do we recognize
Merry Meet the witches greet by light of the midnight moon To cast their
A stranger standing In a street full Of people yet Can’t find himself People stand and
Don’t hide me from the rain Don’t hide me from the pain i still hear
I’ve probably had about ten shots now trying to drown out her memory We left under harsh words, tears, and shouts
Most of what i wright comes from inspiration from the world around me What others are
“please sir” those are the only words I can say i don’t know
How my heart does beat simply by reading your words How it feels like it shall burst from me when you are near When time and space separate
what do you do when your worst fears are realized when the words you’ve dreaded hearing have been spoken where will you go now that
I still don’t see your fascination… i don’t even know what drew you in… in my mind i always compared you t… not one-hundred percent ruthless a… but able to see enough into the da…
I have a word of advice for any body young or old keep your heart