Changes . . . |
I feel things changing,Like water into ice,But ice melts back into water,So does this mean that water is better?Some changes are good,Some not so bad,But i guess you never know,It's like feeling somet... Posted by on Sat, 20 Jan 2007 15:03:00 GMT |
Forbiddon Jibberish? |
Passion burning like fire,A sweet forbiddon fruit,A dangerous bend on a fast wet road,Do i take the other route?
Fire inside the body,Poison from whats forbiddon,The combination of the two,Unbareable?... Posted by on Sun, 19 Nov 2006 16:54:00 GMT |
A Confused Heart |
I can never tell what my heart wants,It doesnt speak very clear,But i wish i knew,As im so confused,Its yelling at me, but i just cant hear.
Theres things i think id like to have,Things that i just do... Posted by on Fri, 10 Nov 2006 15:30:00 GMT |
Tears in my ears |
Tears in my ears,They tumble down my face,Roaming across my cheek,Until they find a narrow escape.Tears in my ears,Caused by timeless pain,Pouring from my heart,Hurting, hurting . . .Tears in my ears,... Posted by on Sun, 15 Oct 2006 14:10:00 GMT |
Your in the music . . . |
When your not around,And im missing you,I go to my place,And know what to do,Put on a cd,Wait for your voice,Its the number i love,You know my choice.
A cheerful tune,Played out loud,A smile from you,... Posted by on Tue, 19 Sep 2006 16:04:00 GMT |
Pen, Paper, Ink . . . |
I close my eyes,Let my mind think,The thoughts the enter me,Turn into the ink.
No words,No song,Just letters of ebony,The deepest of thoughts,That flow straight through me.My body is the channel,The p... Posted by on Tue, 19 Sep 2006 15:50:00 GMT |
Forever in our hearts . . . |
To be as peaceful as a dove,To live with no pain and no fear,And to be remembered oh so dearly,Every day of every year.I feel you in my heart,And every where i go,I feel you in the birds,And in the be... Posted by on Tue, 19 Sep 2006 15:40:00 GMT |
Let me tell you something dear . . . |
Let me tell you something dear,Im old, wrinkly and grey now.The beauty which once stood,Has melted away,Like dust blown in the wind and rain.Where my glasses here stand,I have a forbiddon, bumpy land,... Posted by on Tue, 19 Sep 2006 15:32:00 GMT |