I was reading through my old High School poetry magazines we putout each year and read a line that inspired this piece. Not song material but just thought you might to read it.
" Inspired by a High School Friend "
I'm laying here in wait
For the touch of your hand
On my smooth skin.
There's so much I want to say,
But until you allow me
I won't say a word.
Don't you realize
The agony of my silence?
Can't you feel the tension
Pulsing from me?
All it would take is the touch
Of your hand
And the words would flow
From my blue blood
To be preserved evermore.
(Inspired by an excerpt from Scott Smith's verse in 1977 Potpouri Magazine, AHS.
" The pencil sat on the table
waiting for someone to lead
his lead into creative expression. "
My eldest son's bipolar website: www.bipolarmanifesto.com
-wally: Mom, you shouldn't play after me because it makes you sound even worse than you already do. -wally:*grumbles and whispers quietly* I guess it's cuz I love you or something, but you're still a TURD
Grimm:I could read your mind but its in font size .5
Amadeus:Oh, and was there a cesserole (never mind spelling) involved?
Paddy:the fact that you didn't end up on a kids show makes me question my atheism
Dyldo: You evil strumpet!