Kewayne Wadley Quotes
''Sorrow escapes through the air as black smoke,Kewayne Wadley
The burning smell of a wick swelters in liquid wax.
The Candle soon hardens as if nothing has happened''
''Each morning she grants me the unique privilege of providing a smile on her faceKewayne Wadley
I know quite a bit about the simple things.
To watch her walk in and delight herself with the croissant of open lips
A splash or two of milk painting her smile.
I just might have to bring her breakfast one day
Just to return the favor''
''I deliberately stained my lips with the edible arrangement of her heart,Kewayne Wadley
Savoring the hint of love''
''Often times it's hard to see in the dark,Kewayne Wadley
Of all the signs you've thrown.
I caught the most important one''
''I got on my knees, hoping that you would appearKewayne Wadley
I waited until the morning, keeping my eyes closed in solemn prayer.
Hoping to see you when I opened my eyes.
I was curious when you would appear, keeping my eyes closed.
Continuing to wait, my knees became sore.
Still I knelt on my knees knowing pain.
Would your love ever take over.
Continuing to wait I opened my eyes at the crack of dawn.
Rising from my knees when I saw nothing but disappointment.''
''She, herself was the labyrinth the minotaur protected. As through her heart lead a passage to heaven''Kewayne Wadley
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There are many roads we face in this thing called life,
some take us to heights unparalleled,
Some are filled with precious stones, pebbles, that leave a bright glimmer like the sun,
Others lead us back around to our favorite places we've passed,
One of my favorite roads takes me past your smile and a warm welcome,
Next to the wells that nurishes the plants that grow well,
to become trees. That soar high to over look the heights of growing,
A glorious feat, as all trees aren't fortuate to grow as tall,
but upon this road accompained with warmness,
Salty Jack's Trumpet
Silouettes dance by the shadows light
trumpets felt the space that peeks through the cracks
light could be seen
nobody knows his pain as those rickety fingers felt
the mellow tunes that consumed the way that old trumpet
silk roses bloomed against the dresses that painted
most of the room fading inbetween the walls whose color
has seldomly faded