eyes burning full of your sensation
I Set that Flame
You set a flame
in the eyes of this beholder,
even nothing, always shines through.
I wish I could tell you that I understand,
even when high on life
I don't feel the pain piercing this dark hole
planted in the center of my eye.
But I do feel the vibes
that rush through my body
with such an amazing curve,
an amazing curve.
I don't know where I'm going to be hit next.
Some say this isn't what I love
this isn't what I'm supposed to do,
this isn't why I was made.
Addicted is to be in love
as in love is to be addicted,
this two way street meets up before the end.
This is the only answer I can find
this is my common sense.
This burns right before my dark hazel eyes
knowing that this is why I'm here
knowing that this is what I live for.
This isn't my crime
this is my love,
and this is my time
when even nothing shines through.
Melissa Godshall
That is the poem I wrote for poetry class a few days ago, finally put it in here. We had to write about something "happy" or important, something like that. I don't know how many people will get this. But who knows? It doesn't matter to me anyways.
Well since I'm writing in here, I'm going to update.
On Saturday I slept at Dixon's house. I tripped out wicked bad. Sean and Bean came over too, chilled with them. Wow, it was a good night. Very good night indeed. I didn't even feel my ankle, I was all set.
I didn't do much on Sunday. Went to go see Dixon for a few to pick up my Dave Matthew's Band cd that I left there from the night before. I also went to the ER to get my ankle checked out. It's wicked nasty looking. Ick.
Today I hung out with Dixon. Didn't do much except for chill around and smoked a few butts. School sucked - as usual. It went by slow and it was boring and I couldn't walk. It's all good though.
// I look into your eyes and my eyes burn full of your sensation.
You set a flame
in the eyes of this beholder,
even nothing, always shines through.
I wish I could tell you that I understand,
even when high on life
I don't feel the pain piercing this dark hole
planted in the center of my eye.
But I do feel the vibes
that rush through my body
with such an amazing curve,
an amazing curve.
I don't know where I'm going to be hit next.
Some say this isn't what I love
this isn't what I'm supposed to do,
this isn't why I was made.
Addicted is to be in love
as in love is to be addicted,
this two way street meets up before the end.
This is the only answer I can find
this is my common sense.
This burns right before my dark hazel eyes
knowing that this is why I'm here
knowing that this is what I live for.
This isn't my crime
this is my love,
and this is my time
when even nothing shines through.
Melissa Godshall
That is the poem I wrote for poetry class a few days ago, finally put it in here. We had to write about something "happy" or important, something like that. I don't know how many people will get this. But who knows? It doesn't matter to me anyways.
Well since I'm writing in here, I'm going to update.
On Saturday I slept at Dixon's house. I tripped out wicked bad. Sean and Bean came over too, chilled with them. Wow, it was a good night. Very good night indeed. I didn't even feel my ankle, I was all set.
I didn't do much on Sunday. Went to go see Dixon for a few to pick up my Dave Matthew's Band cd that I left there from the night before. I also went to the ER to get my ankle checked out. It's wicked nasty looking. Ick.
Today I hung out with Dixon. Didn't do much except for chill around and smoked a few butts. School sucked - as usual. It went by slow and it was boring and I couldn't walk. It's all good though.
// I look into your eyes and my eyes burn full of your sensation.