Saturday, February 28, 2009
Falling Slowly
I thought it would be fun to put up a video of my self playing the guitar...I know I'm kind of a dork, but I love doing stuff like this. Hope it all goes well...My facial expressions are so weird though oh well. One of these days I'll start putting up my own songs that I've written.
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
Every day Without You
Every morning your smile seems to fade.
The Sun comes up and all I want is to stay in bed
With no one there, it makes me feel scared
Every morning you float around inside my head
Every afternoon I try not to think of you
The sun shines bright and reminds me of your eyes
Green and brown shine on through my mind
Every afternoon I think of you and sigh
Every night it seems to get a little colder
The Moon comes out and I feel so much older
With my bones aching and my smile so lonely
Every night I wish you'd hold me
Every midnight I fight to try and sleep
but my heart gets mad when your not there to help me count the sheep
My dreams hope you'll come back and bring your blue skies
Evey midnight it seems I'll love you till I die
Oh no the sun is about to rise.
The Sun comes up and all I want is to stay in bed
With no one there, it makes me feel scared
Every morning you float around inside my head
Every afternoon I try not to think of you
The sun shines bright and reminds me of your eyes
Green and brown shine on through my mind
Every afternoon I think of you and sigh
Every night it seems to get a little colder
The Moon comes out and I feel so much older
With my bones aching and my smile so lonely
Every night I wish you'd hold me
Every midnight I fight to try and sleep
but my heart gets mad when your not there to help me count the sheep
My dreams hope you'll come back and bring your blue skies
Evey midnight it seems I'll love you till I die
Oh no the sun is about to rise.
Old Poem I Fished Up
Picture of the Sea
I wish I painted a picture of the sea,
where I would lose my dreams.
where the swirling colors could toss me here and there.
And I’d lose my way drifting there.
So that I’d find an archipelago,
and watch the sunset,
Oh and feel the freedom through the wind,
and have the sun burn my skin,
where the ocean would wash my sins,
and the salt would get in my wounds.
Oh I wish I painted a picture of the Sea that’s always flowing and waving at me,
where I could die in this worthless dream,
and the sea would have apart of me.
I wish I painted a picture of the sea,
So you could be you, I could be me,
And we’d know what we could be.
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