modulating noise and note searching for harmony

you break the calm silence

When i was in that place where there was no reflection, and nothing to hold on to; i found you, sent by angels to bring me back.

the ocean ignores me now as though we were never lovers she no longer calls me deep or hungers for my soul what have i done to lose her beckon

should i jump will i fly is there an end will i die

You're definitely beautiful On the outside What ya got going on Inside

it's the same poem over and over the words are just arranged differently

The blood moon breathes fire into the veins of Mr. Sycamore. He will become a skeleton with a withering sorrow of sepia.

I wish she would tune my guitar There is no melody There is no harmony I desire a semitone of truth

The things we did as strangers.

She will come In the fall When trees become skeletons And the wind chants Like a mystery in whispers She will come With the crows Deep in black All is still All is quiet All is distant

Don't fear the past It has passed Just keep the love Just keep the love All is love

It's ok It's ok That was then This is now This is now It's ok It's ok

i've seen bad i know bad i've been bad that was beyond bad that was thrown

the bells we yearned for in high school

i always wondered if that sweet Georgia ice tea stunted my growth as a child and teen i coulda been 6'3" i coulda been a contender

stay true to yourself and pray that your truth is the truth

I liked her old nose But she cut it off For a new one According to the trend And law of vanity