Where the trees arch over the road way
And meet, just above the dusty street
The road which never was called upon to be modern
As the whirling winds and tempered dust stares back at me
This is where you will find my heart
At least for one week out of every summer
Lost among the wild things, and memories
Although I will never be as tall as such trees
I will try and grow, for more than me
The former me
Pages of our days flicker on the thumb;
when you are open, I might see within.
I have seen in the Halloween
She was wearing Snow White
It makes her look like a teen
She's just full of delight
It was Ray beauty queen.
Her smiles were shining
Like the sea moonlight
Her mood was charming
With the Snow White
It's for the Halloween.
Truly, I have seen Willow
White black blue red yellow
Snow White was her fellow
And opened up her window
Looking for the Halloween.
Renee's at her room
Looks like a broom
And she's at noon
Likes silver moon
Enjoy the Halloween Night.
To many thoughts invested with the reflection of It all in sight where I know my affirmation won't reunite.. Tell myself marty what the hell is wrong with this picture... But with the liquor was the last glimpse of her, an now your a ghost in her reflection. .. Due to such immature aggression instead of your true intension.. Now that hands of another will soon behold your entire world while your here to wonder if being strong the only option is exactly worth the time.. Pretending its all fine.. Seeing your whole purpose behind your existence is missing due to your pathetic excuses.. An mistakes.. Now everything you love forsakes you. The painful truth In whole. . so everyone is else take this advice.. Take her or him to greatest heights. . cause it worth the fight dont do what I did.. Cause there are only so many chances until its all gone. An i buried myself alive until I die.
he calls me love when he's mad
his sweetheart when he's sad
he calls me a wilting flower in the sun
a fragile broken piece of glass when we're done.
He brings me blossoms in the spring
in the fall, always nothing
in the winter he leaves my toes cold
but my heart is always a bit too bold
and in the morning it reaches out
and is left to wander home a different route.
I lay in bed, lost at night
not knowing if his love for me is right
for when the morning comes and all is light
I never miss him, or his plight.