Searching |
As I sit by myself.
I've come from so far away.
In such little time I have gave.
My soul... my mind... I've tried so hard to find.
Is this what I must do to get by?
I ask myself why?
Why don...
Posted by on Wed, 02 Mar 2005 07:55:00 GMT |
Dreams |
It's funny how, things work out.
The ones we need don't know we're there.
If I were sand and you were the ocean.
The moon would be why you're pulled to me.
I wake up and think dreams are real.
...
Posted by on Thu, 03 Jun 2004 11:31:00 GMT |
Untitled |
The last words were spoken.
Was left there just standing around.
Trying to grasp what you said to me.
Your goodbye was the last thing on my mind.
I tried to reply but was left there tongue tied&
...
Posted by on Tue, 06 Jan 2004 05:57:00 GMT |
On the edge |
In this room I'm sitting by your side.
Cause it rains for hours and the phone is off its hook.
Standing on the edge, casting lots to set me up before you knock me down, off the summer's edge and d...
Posted by on Mon, 05 Jan 2004 07:09:00 GMT |
This side |
I sewed it up, stitched all these dead end streets.
Into the sewn up seams of my heartstrings unwind.
Like a petal pulled from an open flower.
Surrounded by fields where children sign, but don't ma...
Posted by on Mon, 05 Jan 2004 07:09:00 GMT |
