I fell hard as lightning striking
through cottonfields, fighting like...
Oh pain that in me reside,
Won't you leave my loving heart...
Are you to blame for stealing
matches from my book...
My pen is empty
As my words dry up...
an apple on a tree
a birdie on a bush...
It starts with a question,
Simple and plain...
In the dark she sleeps,
silence always cloud's her as...
I look alive
And Wanna be happy...
You looked at my skin and said:
you are not bleeding enough...
I honestly don't feel very inspired
When all sides are incoming fire...
The ocean
waves hello's...
The old oak has
dark histories...