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My Work of Art I should have learned how to paint you in my dreams, In paradise that no one conquered my fantasies Let me fill you with this mighty hand, Extracting fine colors and hues, Matching your eyelids with coherent sketch and curves The shade that shines in glossy paint. In oil, In charcoal, ... Read More
You have a way of coming easily to me, and you always seem to take the very best of me. So come back to me, cause I need to feel something, I need to feel you. But instead you do what you want, because you told me I wasn't what you wanted. Oh, what a bad ending to the perfect day. I keep replaying all the words in my head that I'll never hear you say. You're hurt, so you put up all these walls to push everyone away. But I kept loving you, hoping to take them down someday. You never gave me anyth... Read More
I'm loud. I'm a little too vivacious. I eat cookiedough on a spoon as a snack. I write about things that I want to happen as if they already have. I can never listen to a full song, I skip to the next song halfway through. I say I like the Packers, but I dont even LIKE football. I'm going to name my guitar 'Sterling,' that is when I actually learn how to play one. I eat Chipotle a little too much. I think country accents are cool and I kind of wish I had one. I wish I lived in the... Read More
He was the most selfless person I had ever met, not to mention passionate- about everything. He made you feel like you were the only person that mattered. His soft and mysterious brown eyes told a story that he could not tell himself. He was playful, he liked to dance in the rain and create boquets of wild flowers for me. He wrote me songs and would play them for me, whether it be on the piano or acoustic guitar. His voice was soft and smooth, it calmed me in the midst of a storm. He was the&nbs... Read More
I've come up to meet you, tell you I'm sorry. You've been gone for too long. I've come up to find you, tell you I need you. I can't live with us apart. Tell me you love me, tell me you need me, tell me that this has been too hard. Tell me we can go back to the start.... Read More
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