waiting for my words to catch, like i’m trying to strike a match that’s soaking wet.
don’t make me sad, don’t make me cry… sometimes love is not enough and the road gets tough, i don’t know why. keep making me laugh, lets go get high. the road is long and we carry on; try to have fun in the meantime.
where you’ve been
out in the street? out in the yard?
where did you go
crowded street, busy feet, downtown shoppers, christmas night, pretty paper, pretty ribbons of blue, wrap your presents “darling, i love you”.
well, i believe that love is a living thing || born into our destinies, from a single moment of inspiration ||| and as it grows it changes your life forever || but, if i were you, i would take the love i’m giving to you
she will be loved
when a good man and a good woman can find the good in each other, then a good man and a good woman will bring out the worst in the other, the bad in each other.
i find shelter in this way | undercover; hideaway. can you hear when i say, i have never felt this way? please teach me gently how to breathe….
i’m just working with what i’ve been given it’s not my fault, i’m happy don’t call me crazy, i’m happy
and every breath we drew was hallelujah…