I can hear the soft breathing of the girl that I love,
As she lies here beside me asleep with the night,
Her hair like a mist as it floats on my pillow,
reflecting the glow of a winter moonlight.
But she knows and I know that I’ll never be,
as good as the ones who came before me
So I’ll play my guitar and I’ll gently weep,
Drowning in my man made sea.
High school was coming close to an end and for the first time that didn’t seem to bother me. Sure, there were so many things I wanted to accomplish that I wasn’t able to, but just because high school was nearing its finish didn’t mean that my chances to do what I wanted to were
I had refused to write anything for a good while partially because I didn’t quite have anything to say that was positive or didn’t almost directly affect someone else. That’s not really something I wanted to do then since things were still pretty tender. Although I write these with the intent of just relieving my
In order to find the right answers, you must first ask the right questions. At times we all wish there was some special potion that we can drink in order to clear the fog, and we’re always disappointed when we realize that will never happen. Sometimes the best solution is to just wait. Ride out