On a guitar of time, he played pleasant tunes,
the rhymes of his life were sung by the moon.
Always keep moving, he never looked behind,
stepped to the beat tunes played in his mind.
Many wise words he sang, so lovely the sound,
composed with chords that kept peace around.
I sometimes get visions and with them shivers,
as I think of the legend that traveled this river.
I wish it were true, that he wrote such a song,
when the world heard it, we'd all sing along.
He's tired of the pain.
He's tired of every lie.
He's tired of the countless nigh
Nothing Like A Fifth Grade Crush
There's nothing like a fifth-grade crush.
When you see that girl it's such a rush.
<Don't look for the flaws as you go through life;
And even when you find them,
I never knew love until I found you.
Always thought it was a myth until you showed me it
I get this funny feeling way down deep inside.
My hands begin to shake whenever she walks
Since all my steps are audience of my past,
a past damasked by relevant joys, pain, growt
My love for you is like the raging sea,
So powerful and deep it will forever be.
After the fierce midsummer all ablaze
Has burned itself to ashes, and expires
In
When I am hurt
And broken apart,
When I have no purpose in life,
You tell
Observing the stars,
You came into mind.
I thought about your love for me.
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