Knock Knock
Deaths at the door...
The Sun Shine
The wind blows...
The clown suffered Greatly
Through the pain...
...
Born with a silver spoon in his mouth...
All we do is sit in silence
Hoping...Waiting….Wishing we’d find some type...
The nights drags on
Lost in my thoughts...
Time has been so cruel
I couldn't blame you so I blame me...
I look alive
And Wanna be happy...
All we do is sit in silence
Hoping...Waiting….Wishing we’d find some type...
Petal soft kisses
We open up like flower...
I wish I can tell you how I really feel but to speak as the wind can sometimes be as sharp as a knife to speak as a river can be as smooth stones But with a flaming tongue it can be as hot as flames. |
Only a man will get his hands dirty digging up the past of yesterday,A smart man accepts the gift of the present,BUT a Wise man builds The bridges that lead to tomorrow. |
An orange and an apple look nothing alike.... |