untitled (all of nothing everything of all) |
Its true i dont know what you been through but i know how love can be cruel... trust me i do... victimized by her blind cold rage in days far ago and nights long away i built these walls to keep out a...
Posted by on Tue, 30 Jun 2009 04:06:00 GMT |
untitled (Relearning to Fly) |
a bird without wings is better off dead but they tell me im fine "its all in ya head" theres nothin wrong you're legit you're makin it you're doin good... then y am i not feelin as i should? like im...
Posted by on Sun, 11 Jan 2009 22:16:00 GMT |
just a stream of random thoughts |
U ever feel alone in a room full of friends? try losin up a bit so u dont think about it have a couple drinks knowin u could do witout it another routine only this one feels needed heart full of ...
Posted by on Sun, 17 Aug 2008 14:47:00 GMT |
Stare Down The Moon |
Fiendish lights play cruel games, not sure what it means... if nothing remains, what of my dreams... it just seems that the lights in the city just weren't meant for me... its too bright its...
Posted by on Wed, 20 Feb 2008 18:00:00 GMT |
untitled (nothing remains) |
Hardly any time passed since you been gone i guess im slow cuz til i got home i figured i musta heard u wrong thought it was a joke a dream i dreamt that came to lig...
Posted by on Fri, 07 Dec 2007 21:33:00 GMT |
None of my Business |
I dont think i'll ever understand or i'll ever get to know where the love comes from and where the hell does the love go? two can came together strangers and leave each other ...
Posted by on Tue, 24 Jul 2007 00:43:00 GMT |
Shot to The Heart |
See i might as well just rip my fuckin heart out and sew the wound shut it'll probably still bleed out im still pourin outta wounds thats old you can only spill so much before you turn cold ...
Posted by on Fri, 29 Jun 2007 16:43:00 GMT |
Hi and Bye Conversation |
Her rythm is effortless like its just natural for her to glide as she steps no work ethic to it never even practiced... effortless... those eyes they speak to me whispering provoking daring ...
Posted by on Fri, 22 Jun 2007 22:25:00 GMT |
Cheaters never prosper |
I cheated on my first love... it was always my fault never hers when i began to doubt myself she was blamed cast aside thrown away torn apart crumpled up chewed up spit out and worst of all ...
Posted by on Tue, 17 Apr 2007 01:08:00 GMT |
I have wings |
Bound by the chains of doubt i'm like a hawk locked in a pigeon's cage i cant even spread my wings to stretch never mind fly NO not fly... soar... the doubt only serves to hinder my ris...
Posted by on Sat, 10 Mar 2007 21:28:00 GMT |
