your're all smoke and mirrors and i've caught. to you and found you choking on chances of. days dead and gone. old man your guns are. rusted you've forgotten how to fight! lay down..
and we've slept where before we wouldn't stand, and. we cant hide out hands because we've all smeared. guilt across our faces, and we've lost beauty and.
Almost every day. I see the same face. On broken picture tube. It fits the attitude. If you could see yourself. You put you on a shelf. Your verbal masturbate.
I've been waiting. All my life. For the moment. To be right. . You and me. Tonite could be the night. A love fantasy. My heart keeps cryin'. . Oooooooooo.
A dead issue, don't wrestle with it, deaf ears are sleeping. A guilty bliss, so inviting (let me in), nailed to the cross. . I feel you, relate to you, accuse you.
I see you had your mind all made up you group of. Pitiful liars, before I woke to face the day, your master. Plan transpired, something told me this job had more to.
The summer sun is fading as the year grows old. And darker days are drawing near. The winter winds will be much colder. Now you're not here.. I watch the birds fly south across the autumn sky.
From Russia with love, I fly to you. Much wiser since my goodbye to you. I've travelled the world to learn. I must return. From Russia with love. . I've seen places, faces.
I tucked the pain away. So deep that no one else could see it. I guess I believed. If I buried it I wouldn't have to feel it. I tried to run. I tried to hide.
On this silent holy night. As I hold this precious child. There are no words for this moment. Heaven and Earth meet in my arms tonight. He is mine and yet He is Gods.
From the dusty mesa. Her looming shadow grows. Hidden in the branches of the poison creosote. She twines her spines up slowly. Towards the boiling sun.
We came down a black dirt hill. Between the rows of blooming peaches. And we scattered leaping fawns. As we fell into the ditches. . Ahead of me ran Jackson.
It's four in the morning, the end of December. I write you now just to see if you're better. New York is cold but I like where I'm living. There's music on Clinton Street all through the evening.
fidel rueda. no puedo perdonarte. fiesta en sinaloa. me toco alla en sinaloa una fiesta muy privada. por que era mucha la gente que traya su arma fajada.
Frustrated, aggravated. Each time I fall. Frustrated, simply stated. Wait on His call. . The walls are closing in around me. I know you feel the same way too.
I built my house here. long side this mountain. This rugged mountain that stands so tall. I've had a good life. Above the lowlands. It's more than I asked for, but less than I dreamed.
It's a cloudy day and I feel afraid. I have to close my eyes. I don't want to hurt again. I really just need a friend. You were there for me. You were there to see.
I was weak. I was so fragile. By myself not worth that much. Not worth that much at all. . I was scared. I was so cold. Was afraid to take a step. A step lest I should fall.
I'm heartsick and well rehearsed. Highly decorated with a badge that reads "It could be worse". So prideful I choose to live in disguise. With a levee set for my heavy eyes.
When we're barely awake. And the heat of the day is weight. I wait to sate my sorry longings for your rolling over. . And yet, here I sweat. somehow familiar with needs that I never met.