human nature is a strange thing we waste our time chasing unobtain… try to control the uncontrollable instead of letting go and moving w… moving past the beauty
from the opening notes that trickl… down my spine and to my imaginatio… I’m lost betwixt reality and the o… in a fantasy land of gunslinger’s, your haunting melodies rapture my…
All you saw when you looked at me Was a mound of rubble rolling down… Just an avalanche of falling rocks That peaked your need for neatness… And like a jigsaw since you’ve nig…
two eyes peeled and on you all the… this bespoke majesty of hurried ga… sanctity comes at the cost of one… the periscope of nosiness comes an… a black two dimensional picture is…
I’m not sure if what I seek truly exists I’ve followed its tracks shed tears in the foam of its wake I’ve pursued it
and into my heaven drifts your lonely pen you sketched me a sky and I’m here, I’m there shapes and outlines
here I stand watching the days go… a restless head wondering about ev… I hear your voice it sounds like a… and I’m well schooled in knowing t… a change in her mood tells me its…
We’re stuck here in a mexican stan… fused together by a common denomin… both seeing through the other, the… because I know your hopes, fears,… This weight I shoulder when I see…
her life was an open book her verse a word too long full stops a bridge thatched far her length not short enough she struts around the edges
anger and rage flow and I don’t believe you really car… you do it for fun, for the giggles my unease is your sport; my sad fa… your life must be so empty
A devoted heart knows only light As it bathes in swathes of uncerta… Love and sanctuary its peace Without jealousy or absurdity The jewel of love without conditio…
repeat prescription sympathy that’s the shoulder you seek to we… a faceless nomination as your tale grows worse, and on a… I’m not a bag of hard emotions
Shadows cling and dark clouds roll Pure negative daylight shrouds us… Its silky kiss upon fields and tre… Speckled moonlight falls and sways Night creatures rise and take cont…
a cynical look life had kicked you in the dirt, then the kicks got a little harder and the cynic in you flourished wi… the kids suffered
A rattling door handle from accros… Rouses me from nightmares grey That poor woman is at it again Her ocd, her magic number is 8 Oh here she goes again