I've always been better at writing than I have at speaking. It's just how I communicate. Sadly, it's been far too long since I've just written for fun. It's time I start that again.
I've always been better at writing than I have at speaking. It's just how I communicate. Sadly, it's been far too long since I've just written for fun. It's time I start that again.
Do you think the sun gets lonely up there?
The brightest star in the big blue
All alone when he blocks out his brothers
Do you think the sun gets lonely up there?
When he can't shine at night
So his brothers have a chance to be seen
Do you think the sun gets lonely up there?
With no one to talk to
Or to hear his worries about burning out
Do you think the sun gets lonely up there?
Then he and I ...
TW: swear words
We are dead roses
Unloving and unfuckable
Simply because we don't
Feel the same way you do
We are dead roses
But we are no less beautiful
Because there are those
That find beauty in the lacking
We are dead roses
Some don't want romance
Others don't want sex
But we still come in all colors...
If I count the ways I love you
I'd run out of fingers to keep track
Even my toes couldn't keep up
And my brain would be useless
If I count the ways I love you
I'd have to use the stars
As a guide for numbers
If I count the ways I love you
There'd be more reasons
Than digits in pi
If I count the ways I love you
My heart would stop
Before I got to the last reason why
Because if I count the ways ...
The yearning for freedom
Runs through our veins
Like Dr. Angelou said
The caged bird sings
Because he yearns
To taste the freedom
The free bird
Takes for granted
The free bird watches
From the comfort of his nest
Unsure why the caged bird sings
Because he won't acknowledge the bars
The caged bird is at the whims
Of those who claim to love him
While the free bird can soar
And feast as he pleases...