Thoughts of you still stir within my memory,
With pen in hand the last rhyming words I wrote...
When I wake up, my heart is racing
And I go to sleep with the dorkiest smile...
Traveling upon a memory
with organic pleasures...
As his calloused fingers pluck his vintage Gibson...
his passion poured with each single verse...
The softness of your voice
The beauty of your smile...
"With each day that passes
With each sun that sets...
Morning poem
Life is filled with boarders...
I see your face here and there
But it is not you...
It's funny how you never really heal,
from broken memories in your past...
I've Had A Dream
With you & me last night...
This morning something dawned on me
Im not going down in history...
This will be the most honest thing I'll ever do
I'll tell you exactly how I feel, what I'm going...