

I have no damn titleI look through your window like a stalker to see if you're dreaming I'm crawling out I wish i could understand how your legs run I wish i could understand why you're going nowhereI have no damn title
before i go, let me ask can i backtrack? I never saved these games
I get rained on every day then the clouds float away but the sun doesn't come so before i leave, please let me sleep under a blanketed love
I'm not sleeping tonight I'm wide awake watching you climb your ladder sleeping your life away
before y


All-KnowingAll-knowingAll-Knowing
Is it my turn to die? Has Death spun his all knowing wheel, and my name come up? Or has he just been waiting, and plotting, for this very moment where everything is perfect?
Lost in the land of flight, of either eternal bliss, or eternal suffering, when yanked from peace I was. Asked to dodge gravestones at 2 AM, I could not decline. Though I did not realize the irony of it until now, I never made it past that final stone. It was mine.
I never thought I'd be the one to come up so soon. Maybe it was that


Quiet Dream ....Quiet Dream of Your Second-Story WindowQuiet Dream ....
I peek like a stalker into your window to see if you're dreaming. I wish I could be in that dream, To finally understand. Understand how your legs run, but your mind goes nowhere, weighted down by all those things you're trying to unhook.
Before I let you go, I want to ask, What didn't you tell me? Did you fool me into thinking that
each cloud I got rained from was real?
Well, I guess I'm not sleeping tonight. I'll be wide awake, imagining that second-story window I hope you won't jump from. &


ImagineImagineImagine
For the longest time, I used to pick up a guitar or turn on a song, and just listen or play, because it was fun. But tonight, I pick up a guitar,
and I feel something.
It's like...
Imagine you're dying of some disease, and one thing can save you. My guitar does that for me. I find solace in it.
Sometimes each note is soft, a breezy day, flowing along like wind. Other times it's a relentless torrent, a storm that builds and builds, as in a hurricane, until it stops suddenly; replaced by a soft connotative melody. &nbs
i know you.
i didnt know u had a deviant art
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kill me silent
leave me cold
break me down
while my soul is
soul.
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Seems my own arrogance has knocked me off my feet again. When you know I'm crawling to you as fast as I can. First teach me to walk and then I'll learn to dance for you. Like an honest clumsy clown tripping along the way. ~ Lifehouse
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S.e.
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S.e.
How's you?
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S.e.
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Without music, life would be a mistake.
~Freidrich Nietzsche
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Love is funny,
Obsession is hilarious....
and I just happen to be a hilarious guy!
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