rare for me to say
hard to find
another wish to make
so i dont have to wake up and lie
but all night
my heart belonged to a man i never see
i loose track of time
another thing i can't seem to keep
i don't want to loose your gaze
too late
too long
no longer striving to keep my own
my heads been filled with dreams
finally seem to instill something in me
and i'm free to breathe

i'll walk to down a path
hoping you'd follow
turn a certain way
only to look back and i can't swallow
the trees, blocking you from me
can you hear forest through the breeze

a composer to be sure, "one who puts together."
Appropriate much?
I should think so
sitting in a place where i should be able to say what i want
but my mind can't create words right now.
Ugh I need to stop listening to this song.
New song: not much of a better choice but it's a gooden.
I have no intention of letting you read this.
mish-mashed together.

musings without my muse.
i didn't think it was possible.
it really was that song.
keep composing
you put-er together-er of things.
compose your way to my heart
put me together.