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The birds will sing again
for my sweetheart when summer comes around
the place where Helen
now dose
sleep
Its to where I'll lay my
flowers and sit and talk to her whilst listening to the birds as they sing there
loverly songs
again
Now winter on It's way so damp cold and miserable
not the place to be but come again the summer I will sit with her
again
And listen to the songbirds sing there songs for Helen cause In summer It's a pleasant place to be but for me another winter to get through
Helen always struggled In winter but come the summer she would come to life
I wasn’t looking for love but it found me.
This was the place where I first saw you,
Now places turning into memories, and memories filling my mind.
Was the nights this long or am I going crazy.
Am I in your head or am I alone, on my own with your smile in front my eyes.
I wasn’t looking for you but you found me.
amber 5d
all night long
we stay up
I miss out on sleep
to talk to you
you kiss me sweetly
while trying
to take my pants off
all night long
we stay up
possibly
for different reasons

Something I should tell myself more often:

Those
5 extra minutes
you spend in bed after your alarm
do nothing but
make you more late.



Perhaps you can relate.
midnight sun Oct 5
i hope in a different life,
you would—at least—be happier,
even if that means trading my only chance
in this life of knowing you exist.
to my dearest k.
I swore I wouldn't love you
But its true
Theres something about you
That I cant find in anyone else
One conversation is all it took
To make me love you again
I just got over you, the guy i dreamed abt for 9 months
And here you walked in and talked to me like
Like u care
Just one look was all I needed to fly
But u have me more than a look so
Is it more than am love now
Can I please just go home?
I don't want to exist anymore.
Everything
Just seems horrible.
I don't want to be here.
I don't want to do this.
I don't want to exist.
Nothing bad has even happened and I just don't want to ******* be alive.
Does it feel like nothing?
The underdog from cream of the crop
To the basis of the loser
Open your eyes
The crops will grow and sell
Under the dog is the dirt
The foundation
The giver
Prop the desired in essence
And give life to life of desirability
The source of what we want
Is the loss we give no credit

When tears threat to come,
I pick up my guitar and start to
s t r u m .

And every chord has great meaning to me,
A minor, C sharp, G major, B.

I play those strings,
and they play me;
crisp,
smooth,
rich,
and clean.

I hug it's body and my fingers dance;
I play as if it's my last chance.

I hug it tighter and close my eyes.
It's a heaven;
a blessing in disguise.

It may be dead
but it's so alive,
it invigorates me and
makes me survive.


Six strings on my guitar,
bringing me

so close

and yet

so far.


The relationship between me and my guitar.
I'm serious; if it weren't for my guitar(or any of my other instruments) at times, I bet I wouldn't be here today.
Music has true power.

I'm still thinking of a good title, so please let me know if you have any! :)
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