Driven SnowFleeting thoughts of a fallen angel fade into the past as if from a dream. For a time you were everything to one who had little hope for more. You were the life blood. The bain of a questionable existance. You were the one to help me carry on. Now I wonder if you ever existed at all, or were you but a clever trick of a heart that couldn’t be tamed? Were you ever really here, or were you dreamed up by a girl, lonely, and in need of someone to belive in? My faith in you was as blind as my love. I fell for your magic like the first winter snowflake. Your loDriven Snow
Wishing You Were HereMy signature pain all that defines me lost in your arms the way you defy me insurmountable youth the wisdom of age you think you're so smart ahead of the game I know all your thoughts every move you make I let you get close but my heart will not break Never from you or the things that you've done I've known all along prepared from day one Tell me you love me treat me like a queen buy me nice things but I know what it means Dont let my age fool you I'm always alert I see how you act when you're around her &nWishing You Were Here
Faded WritingsFaded writings on my hand Your name faded on my lips I want to forget just like I planned how you felt beneath my finger tips I moved on to something new I laughed at a past I thought I could forget But as moments passed my feelings grew Feelings of love, loss and regret It's too late to say goodbye Rekindle something that was almost there My love for you will never die but life without you isnt fair.Faded Writings
The Finer ThingsI dont want your money And I dont need your shit I'd rather spend Super Bowl Sunday Alone with a bottle of Guinness You can flaunt your Mercedes At you Country Clubs for "fun" I'll sit in my Chevy With the radio turned up Oi Oi!The Finer Things
I dont want to hear Your opinions about the finer things You're too materialistic To ever know what "happy" means You can sit on your fortunes And I hope it makes you happy But when your life passes you by Dont come crawling back to me
Your upper-class rich parties Are of no interest to me You can
To Jill:
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Death hesitates for no one but waits for all...
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And he did strech forth his wings...and he bled...the blood of a mortal...
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