Come take a walk with me,
I promise it won't take long.
Let's go this way,
I know another way.
It's a beautiful morning isn't it?
I'm sorry again for waking you up so early.
I've been thinking a lot lately.
I just need someone to talk to.
You seem to be the only one that listens to me,
hears me out, and actually gives a shit about me.
I don't know what to do anymore.
I thought I knew what I was doing, but it turns out it's nothing close to it.
I took your advice you know; and well, what you said would happen, didn't.
She left, he left, and now I am here picking up all the broken pieces.
Some days I feel shouldn't have every gone down to that side of town.
I just want to revisit what we once had; what I once had.
Things were bad then, but it was manageable.
I loved her; she loved me. He was always problem, but it was expected.
Now, it is just dirt and dust. Nothing worth mentioning.
Nothing worth acknowledging. It just was, and no longer is.
I guess I missed it, and now I can't get it back.
The thing is though... I don't think I need it.
But anyways how was your day?
Saturday, July 24, 2010
Monday, March 15, 2010
Camping
sometimes I wonder why I sparked that forest.
sometimes I wonder why my mind got infatuated with smoke circles and passing of the talking stick.
the breeze feels just perfect flowing through your hair.
the touch ever so slightly raises the goosebumps from your skin.
the smell of skunk and smoke fills the lungs.
the warmth of the fire keeps a cold sweat.
and we pass it to the left hand side.
sometimes I wonder why my mind got infatuated with smoke circles and passing of the talking stick.
the breeze feels just perfect flowing through your hair.
the touch ever so slightly raises the goosebumps from your skin.
the smell of skunk and smoke fills the lungs.
the warmth of the fire keeps a cold sweat.
and we pass it to the left hand side.
Saturday, March 13, 2010
With or Without You
and you give yourself away
and you give yourself away
and you give, and you give,
and you give, and you give yourself away
something tells me I need to shape up.
something tells me I need to turn things around.
something tells me I need to pick it up.
something tells me I miss you. I miss you real bad.
I can't live with or without you, with or without you.
some songs I hear, just go with what the pensive state of mind that I am feeling.
I need to improve the grades.
Monday, February 15, 2010
Suave
This is the time where I need to be smooth in my approach.
I need to swooh my prey into submission; I need to make the message more clearer.
I need to find some success, somehow, someway in this godforsaken state I am currently at in my life.
I need to do something; something needs to give.
Am I smart enough? I think so.
Am I lazy? Fuck yeah!
What do I need to do? Work harder, and don't be a dumbass about shit.
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