"ohhh there is this girl. she is sooo many things to me that i know some people dont see. and thats what makes her special. she is everything to me. she has tought me so much. and she has shown me i have so much to give and so much more to learn. she teaches me something everyday. she is simply amazing. she helps me get through the everyday struggles of life. idk what i would do with out her :)"
having a blog is having a love-hate relationship.
i love that i can ramble and that people actually like to read it.
but i hate that when it comes to other blogs--especially yours--i'm absolutely powerless,
and forever shackled to the past.
whatever.
3/18/12
3/17/12
hello, old friend.
lyrics to a song i wrote a few months ago.
i call it "nightwalker."
enjoy, enjoy.
he only comes to see me in my dreams at night.
he taps on my window, and he sings this lullaby.
he’ll tell me that he’s sorry at least a thousand times,
saying, “i’ll love you til the day that I die.”
this reoccurring dream gets better each time it starts,
where he kisses my forehead, and holds my hand to his heart.
he whispers sweetly to keep me dreaming, so he wont fall apart,
saying, “i could never do you any harm.”
he would take me down the road that would twist, and turn, and wind,
and dance with me under a moon that lasted forever in my mind.
it must be a dream for a heart like his to love a heart like mine,
Saying, “we’ll get out of here in due time.”
i’ll sleep so i don’t have to be awake,
while he forgets me i’ll say i’m just fine.
it’s only a dream, but if i sleep long enough,
maybe then, i can make him mine.
please handsome nightwalker, walk back into my life.
i’m a victim to your powers, and i cant sleep it off this time.
i’ll beg and i’ll plead for just one more try,
Saying, “i’ll love you til the day that I die.”
Oh i will love you till the day that i die.
i call it "nightwalker."
enjoy, enjoy.
he only comes to see me in my dreams at night.
he taps on my window, and he sings this lullaby.
he’ll tell me that he’s sorry at least a thousand times,
saying, “i’ll love you til the day that I die.”
this reoccurring dream gets better each time it starts,
where he kisses my forehead, and holds my hand to his heart.
he whispers sweetly to keep me dreaming, so he wont fall apart,
saying, “i could never do you any harm.”
he would take me down the road that would twist, and turn, and wind,
and dance with me under a moon that lasted forever in my mind.
it must be a dream for a heart like his to love a heart like mine,
Saying, “we’ll get out of here in due time.”
i’ll sleep so i don’t have to be awake,
while he forgets me i’ll say i’m just fine.
it’s only a dream, but if i sleep long enough,
maybe then, i can make him mine.
please handsome nightwalker, walk back into my life.
i’m a victim to your powers, and i cant sleep it off this time.
i’ll beg and i’ll plead for just one more try,
Saying, “i’ll love you til the day that I die.”
Oh i will love you till the day that i die.
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