Whither to wind ( Read more... )

My life's like a song written without verse
The lines out of order, you won't know the words
We spin out our days confused as before
Never to know what those thoughts were for

And what were those thoughts? you asked
The sound of your voice so condescending
Held to the ground, but lost to the sky
My eyes were so low but my hopes were high

I want someone... to inspire me. In words or in a form that only I can see. Inspire me to write something that will shine. I want your attention to be mine and with the tap-tap-tapping of the rhythm of my words I want it to be the only thing you know you've ever heard. I demand to be your center of attention and I'm quite afraid there's no form of ( Read more... )

Orange ( Read more... )