A simple guy. Like being outside and occasionally writing
Slowly I feel a pressure, It's a warm, tender touch. I feel your arm pull me close, Ooo that touch does so much. It's slows my mind, Moving at blistering pace.
Be careful with love It's a surgeons scalpel. When held right it heals all wounds, When held wrong it killed the strongest man.
So many people are naive Seeing the world full of rainbows Ignoring the battle cries and death. Those of us who've truly lived, Felt loss, and despair, and pain, See the world as it truly is.
I write because, I want to be known Not myself but my ideas.
Be careful with love, It's a surgeons scalpel. When held right it heals. When held wrong it kills. Choose wisely who you give your scalpel. Be sure they have a surgeons skill..
Slowly. Very very slowly, Like a snake tightly coiled You take my life away. Slowly, very slowly You take it all, Till its gone. I'm left, Dead..