I want to pick the strings of my guitar to the beating of my heart.
But picking these strings would break the strings of my heart for the picking would be too fast.
It would stop...
Just like it did the first time you put your head on my shoulder.
When the dam broke free and the river would run down the mountain and not my face because I was happy.
Why the fuck can't I write anything? Why am I so uninspired?
It sounds incredible to me. I really wish this is my uninspired.
ReplyDeleteWith out actually being in class, I really just write whatever I want. Whether it's good or not. Whatever.