sitting alone in the dark of the stadium
he whispers his secrets into a cheap guitar
with the flick of his wrist he turns words into melodies
chords into church bells that fill up the alleys
where lovers entwine in the heat of the night
and by dawn are apart in the shivering silences
we will pretend
that its all just made up...
the songs that he writes are too personal
he cant play them for anyone.
My name's Joel...i finally GRADUATED FROM COLLEGE... i'm now working at a local hospital... i play guitar, write, and sing... music means alot to me... if music was a girl i would marry her without hesitation... hopeless romantic here... i wear my heart on my sleeve and most of the time it ends up in someones else's hands...
im not scene enough to be emo
im not preppy enough to be a prep
im not thug enough to be a gangsta
