What is skin? Does it hold the soul in? So we can be forgiven? Yeah, race doesn’t matter. Oh it does?!
It’s all just tender expressions Spender of cash On dreadful obsessions Sender of trashed Vocal confessions
I am the paper inked And I am the paper I am the thoughts that think And I am the thinker I am the final drink
Sometimes we just have to leap Eyes closed Over a river so deep When we erase our thoughts Inside our minds
Work hard to Love her and Yourself Don’t be concerned With every body else
Perfect placement Peaceful patience Unwritten statements Grass and pavement Than the wave hit
I was once walking down Pasture lane when crows flew over… Then I thought of subtle rain Pouring over the dead.... And golden sunsets bless this visi…
But what we share Is golden like the endless sun Not knowing laughing and having fu… As we run To the lands unknown
Love is hard and makes us weak... So why is it so important for us t…
Everyone is less optimistic Truth is far from simplistic The essence of can’t gets it But then she paid me a visit Made me look at
Conversations Over-grown Situations That plateau Habitations
My vernacular is Far from spectacular. In my arrangement I’ll never change it. But I’m always after her,
Back in the day Before I knew The way I would have gotten mad At what you
Can we grasp a feeling Thrown so carelessly? As we take our seats Beneath the thinking tree. Looking at it all
My mind has three sections Front Middle And Back And Back is important