Like the choir in heaven, Like the death of my eleven, Like the many who have tragically died. There’s a devil over yonder, And she’s getting a little closer, And what’s the point, If it’s not played, In blue?
And the trees outside keep dying, My shattered windows keep lying, I keep myself alive like god sleeping on the seventh. Stray cat, come back home. You’ll step on glass if you roam. God, what’s the point, If I’m not there, With you?
Beckon unto me with thine Angel-voice so soft In heavenly song that doest Elevate mine soul aloft Amongst the myriad of blissful keys I rejoice Alas! I've transcended to God's kingdom by the sweet sound of thine voice
Something I thought of while out on the porch smoking. Thinking about how I wish my ex wife would apologize for all the things she put me through. How hearing her say she is sorry would be music to my ears and lift up my soul. This is what came from that idea.
i have a bad habit where i talk really bad on myself and i never notice when i do it, but i never realized how toxic i can be to myself
so anyway i was in band this morning and i was talking about how i'm not **** band in college because i **** at playing trombone and there's this kid i talk to sometimes but not on a daily basis and when he heard me saying that about myself he was like "if you ****** at trombone you wouldn't be in the varsity band. you need to stop talking bad on yourself, i've heard you play trombone, i've heard you sing, you don't **** at all, you need to stop saying these things about yourself" and then my band director chimed in and said "you never give yourself enough credit for the things you can do. you've improved so much over the past 4 years but i don't think you realize it" i promise i'm not crying rn (sorry that was long)