Music is LifeMusic is not the door to unlimited possibilties.
Music is the key that opens the lock on door.
Music is our guide through memories, emotions, our future and our freedom.
Music is a universal language that keeps us together.
Music helps us remember and forget, to relate and find uniqueness.
Music touches both heart and mind as one.
Music is the key.
Un-willingI sit and stare
at words that portray
every meaning and phrase
that I could not say
a bullet proof shell
deflecting every shot you've taken
since that first created Hell
I dare not re-surface
nor dare try to hard
for I take no joy in your risks
that always leave me scarred
A poker face you see
But it's emotional baggage I heave
no room for error or hurt
I will only allow my feet to hit dirt
UnansweredLeft only with myself and weary thoughts
old'n times lie ahead while progress seems to crawl back
the only sense of time I can seem to make
nothing but a question may come of.
The only question that moves forward and back.
The only question to create and destroy.
The only question left unanswered.
Love is and is notLove isn't when all you think about is the other person, that's a blindfold.
Love is not when you will drop everything for that one person, that's ignorance.
Love is not a feeling of need, but of strong want.
Love is not someone you can't live without, it's something you can cherish in any situation whether they are there or not.
Love is not a weapon or a tool to use to fix or destroy a life, it is a moral and a guide to help you live.
Not HOW to live, but to help.
Love is respect, trust and understanding.
Love is not something to promise, it should be unbreakable.
Love"Hey! What're you scribbling on your notebook?"
"It's always nothing. Com'n, tell me." With that she snatched the notebook from him and caught him offguard. She was only able to read the first few words that he snatched it back from her.
"Love doesn't exist?" She asked in a confused tone
"It's nothing alright!"
"It is something. What are you not telling me?"
"I said it's NOTHING" a rage in his voice. She was taken aback by his anger that she couldn't reply in fear.
After a few minutes of silence, he finally spoke.
"I'm sorry. I shouldn't of reacted the way I did."
"It's okay. It's not your fault."
"The thing is I don't want people to know how I feel about things."
"You can tell me. You know you can trust me. Please tell me. I want to help you. How can you say love doesn't exist. What about your mom? A mom always loves her child."
"My mom left me and my dad when I was five for another man." His reply was cold.
"I'm sorry. I....I didn't know. But your dad loves you right?"