feralwolf334

Song of the Artist's Soul The artist's soul is a complex thing Made up of dragons and pixies on butterfly wing Of hopes and fears, of dreams and wishes Of pickle noses and magical fishes Of worlds were anything can come true Good wishes and evil ones too Where a normal person can be a king And a hated woman can become a queen Where even the evil shell Can hide a soul that truly means well Where flying is a common thing Or a thing that of which only children dream With a scratch of a pencil, a stroke of a brush A scrape of a knife, or a click of a mouse Worlds come alive at the hands of all artists But the creatures only to th

I had a concept today that fate has drawn me to your face but my eye's to blind to show you how i feel and what you mean to me hiding in the shadow's of misconception I lose my mind, vanished without a trace but then I find what I really left behind Then I look in myself and wonder what I did to deserve this fate to waste my chances with you what i wouldn't do, to hold you in my arms to show you how i care but in a blink of the eye i find I lost all my peace of mind I wasted a time worring for nothing I been waiting for so long to tell you how i felt for too long i love the way you look at me and how i feel when im