its only love
today is by far the most miserable day i can remember being a part of.
so ill just stay inside
watch vh1
forget about the important things
live inside my dreams
just cant get
over it
id rather be the voice on the radio
skateboarding is therapy
my scalp hurts so bad its all scabbing up. my hair looks like shit. i dried to dry it out and over-damage it so i could start on my dreads but it only fucked my head up and i look stupid.
theres nothing worse than being humid.
nobody reads poems, but here we go:
is it death then
you are fearing
any day now
you feel it nearing
am i expected
to think of hell
when i love life
and live it well
well i dont fear
yr day of judgement
for i have peace
in what my life's meant
a pure white candle dripping secrets into a river of youthburning like a lighthouse i watched your trust failing, wasting your golden lovebut in your death we will find god, when you shed this awful skin that kept your soul in a coat of armor for none to touchtaste or steal your life portrait on the wall from a 2 inch reel which is about how small you feel in his arms
so many people in the world makes you think theres no one to see your face in the crowd of people crying out but the world is a mountain of hurt but for what its worth, everybody hurts
when his car is in the driveway
im just a sad boy throwing stones
but im your nina pinta and santa maria
when we are all alone
you shrink me down to a note
in your explanations
but i would rather read your letters
for my affirmation
often time begs to remember said love and warming up
to you, stuck, in the backseat
my cup is full with memories
beside still waters streaming
tears of first love locked lips telling stories
spiderwebs and dreamcatchers
longer distance mailing letters
to april, bent beneath the bridge
May you always take care when making me
all the while four walls are closing
in my mind, my love will be set free
colours are making me sweat all thru the night
and theres never enough wine to drink all the time
and never enough time to drink all the wine
anyone want to kill time?>
so ill just stay inside
watch vh1
forget about the important things
live inside my dreams
just cant get
over it
id rather be the voice on the radio
skateboarding is therapy
my scalp hurts so bad its all scabbing up. my hair looks like shit. i dried to dry it out and over-damage it so i could start on my dreads but it only fucked my head up and i look stupid.
theres nothing worse than being humid.
nobody reads poems, but here we go:
is it death then
you are fearing
any day now
you feel it nearing
am i expected
to think of hell
when i love life
and live it well
well i dont fear
yr day of judgement
for i have peace
in what my life's meant
a pure white candle dripping secrets into a river of youthburning like a lighthouse i watched your trust failing, wasting your golden lovebut in your death we will find god, when you shed this awful skin that kept your soul in a coat of armor for none to touchtaste or steal your life portrait on the wall from a 2 inch reel which is about how small you feel in his arms
so many people in the world makes you think theres no one to see your face in the crowd of people crying out but the world is a mountain of hurt but for what its worth, everybody hurts
when his car is in the driveway
im just a sad boy throwing stones
but im your nina pinta and santa maria
when we are all alone
you shrink me down to a note
in your explanations
but i would rather read your letters
for my affirmation
often time begs to remember said love and warming up
to you, stuck, in the backseat
my cup is full with memories
beside still waters streaming
tears of first love locked lips telling stories
spiderwebs and dreamcatchers
longer distance mailing letters
to april, bent beneath the bridge
May you always take care when making me
all the while four walls are closing
in my mind, my love will be set free
colours are making me sweat all thru the night
and theres never enough wine to drink all the time
and never enough time to drink all the wine
anyone want to kill time?>