Sitting In the rain
High off of the ground in a tall tree
Aimlessly thinking of the pain
Trying to become free
...
As I start the last
Of many drawn out miles
Tears stream down my face
...
The sunlight shinning
Wakes me up, I’m still distant
Holding on to sleep
...
I was born and raised
In this god-forsaken town
But it is something to be proud of
...
It is a strange thing
When a smile becomes
A voice that fills your
Mind
...
Those little parallel lines
Short and perfectly centered
DEEP
...
Laughing With You
Sitting In the rain
High off of the ground in a tall tree
Aimlessly thinking of the pain
Trying to become free
My mind fades to you
There is no way you have moved on
Confused What? Where? When? Who?
I was simply your little pawn
But now you are in love
She is perfect and endearing
An angel sent from above
Upon her finger is your ring
Hers forever
Mine never