Life was simple at twenty-one there was hope for us there was a chance we’d be all of the things we promised we’d be living on the coast tangled in each other's arms under skies full of stars watching the waves roll in a world away from anyone anything we know
the guitar riff strums my heartstrings , plucking and letting go with the soft unmarred hands of a child. time turns one last time before this memory too, fades as half of my essence had before. leaving my marred hand with no story.
the child is a past self. I am so scared of growing up and forgetting all these tiny miniscule details of the whole picture which is my life. I seem to be forgettinng everything, every story and i don't want to grow old with a hazy memory of what i used to be before.
Have you ever been kicked down then stand up with pride I have I had life hating me Yet still I survived I still live daily Without having to hide The tribulations that I went through On these healing pages I write It’s my outlet, to bring all my emotions to life It’s endlessly part of my strife Dealing with it all is hard enough Thank god for my wife Without her, I doubt I would have ever survived in this life Pulling me from darkness When they were about to clamp down with the vice She gives me infinite strength To just keep up with fight To not become part of a twisted world Who finds chaos ......in delight
We have to find strength from some source...sometimes if you lucky enough, she forever will be the one by your side, your best friend, lover...and the one that can make you see the wrong when you don't.