unable to sleep and staring at the wall questioning all that i did wrong during the day maybe i should get up and pace the hall? but i can't seem to rise from bed upon which i lay i long to close my eyes and drift off into a dreamscape that is happier than my life
I feel like a broken guitar string. Waiting for someone to pull me into place. As of now, I dangle—but I long to sing. To play beautiful music with a smile upon my face.
kiss me gently in a crowded bar with blood and music pounding in our ears. surrounded by friends near and far, kiss me and make me forget my hopes and fears.