I'm an aspiring musician looking for some advice on my writing. Please be honest. Tough criticism is welcomed. |
The marks they leave still shock me
Though obvious, they're hardly seen...
First my happiness, then my mind
I've nothing left to lose...
It's not right how I feel when I think of you
It's not right how I still wish I could go back...
Stare at the sky, what do you see?
Nothing too special, not really...
Beauty.
Something few can define in words...
Over, over, over.
Did I ever tell you I hate that word...
I'm sorry.
I never meant to hurt you...
Wishing I was empty
Wishing I didn't feel...
Oh, how I love him! Oh, how I do!
I swear to you, my adoration is true...
His eyes, as bright as the stars in the sky,
Pierce through my secrets nonjudgementally...
It's that one moment, where you're crying over a person you weren't even really close to, that you realize. They might be your inspiration. |
"How can you be straight edge if the edge is already curved ? Could you mold that curved edge into a straight one with bumbs a long the way ?" ~Veronica |
"I'm so gay, my hair won't even stay straight." |