Sometimes i want to be the concussion,
unstead of just the sack,
you run around my mind, you're somethin',
now nothin' cause you're poised to attack,
i wanna try and be the savior,
instead of just the saved,
save all my sadness for later,
cause her smile is what i crave,
most days i wanna be the loved,
insead of always the only,
one who thought the other enough,
mistaken, broken and lonely,
sometimes i want to be the car crash,
instead of bumber to bumber traffic,
want all my problems to burn into ash,
instead of daily producing hat tricks.
This must already be a song
This must already be a song you wrote because it sounds like one. In fact I almost hear the music as I read it!
...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "
most of what i write starts
most of what i write starts off as me strumming chords on my guitar, then my hand just fills in the blanks
thanks for the comment and read
can you hear me now?