I'll write you a poem if you want but it wont mean ****
i'll paint you a portrait but it'll never hit.
stop all your ridicules, go join your rituals all you want to be lovers.
I'll paint when i feel i'm in my right, I'll write when my minds being destroyed for that's when i write best .
I have met the hipsters. They're boring just like the men on 5th. The real fun is with the stubborn hooded congress man in the brick building with the flowers. This hopeless town of phony's is getting old, someone make a statement something bold! i want refrase .. that's one thing the hipsters may do if they're not so busy buying so called hip shoes.
Lets go out and riot! its a lot better than sitting in a coffee shop being quite. Romes doing it why not us? oh yes of course what were doing to the air and people is no big fuss.
Have a good day whilst i ramble in my mind. I'll let you know when there is something i might find.
By Keone Friesen

I'll write you a poem if you want but it wont mean ****
i'll paint you a portrait but it'll never hit.
stop all your ridicules, go join your rituals all you want to be lovers.
I'll paint when i feel i'm in my right, I'll write when my minds being destroyed for that's when i write best .
I have met the hipsters. They're boring just like the men on 5th. The real fun is with the stubborn hooded congress man in the brick building with the flowers. This hopeless town of phony's is getting old, someone make a statement something bold! i want refrase .. that's one thing the hipsters may do if they're not so busy buying so called hip shoes.
Lets go out and riot! its a lot better than sitting in a coffee shop being quite. Romes doing it why not us? oh yes of course what were doing to the air and people is no big fuss.
Have a good day whilst i ramble in my mind. I'll let you know when there is something i might find.
By Keone Friesen

By your first embrace
To your final refrase
I will let you sustain
What in my heart remain

Remember, my heart slowly grows
Where as yours just fondly flows
As the rose is the winter flower
I will love you by every hour
Great times or bad
You'll be my favourite sour
I might be just another young lad
That came into your life,
Though I'll make you my wife

From when you first wept
To your final step
I'll hold your hand, all the way
As I'll do it every day