I was thinking that I wanted to help people like me as a profession, but have come to the realization that I suck. I should give up this foolish dream and find something realistic...
I've always had this dream of becoming famous for singing...people always say I have a good voice and I'm still idk but I still need a manager...I write and sing my own sings but...
In the still of the night, thoughts of you are so vivid
The moonlight reflecting words spoken
Words that linger within
Wanting to be so close to you
Your breath upon...
Why don't I have friends? because I have to do me first, and people don't want anything to do with you if you have nothing to offer:/
I like to write about how I feel.
Did you know darkness is a lack of light? In other words, nothing. That is how I feel.
A flower is pretty but it fades
A stone is cold but it remains
Trees bring comfort but steal the scene
Birds sing lovely but then they leave
If you want pleasure until the end
BOOK OF LIFE
(c) 2015 Edward York
Your book of life is written in,
Every single day.
All the task that you have done,
And the thoughts along the way.
You write out every chapter...