Into The Jungle
The sun beats down on the broken traveler, As he scurries around for scarce a shelter, But where can he hide, out in the open, Like the meaning hiding behind a coaxing pen. Step by step, he goes, repeatedly tripping,
The sun beats down on the broken traveler, As he scurries around for scarce a shelter, But where can he hide, out in the open, Like the meaning hiding behind a coaxing pen. Step by step, he goes, repeatedly tripping,
The pages have yellowed with the passage of time, Leaving irrefutable proof of a broken heart’s crime, Of believing in a feeling that is long past its prime, And its endurance of persisting, even when clocks don’t chime. Being chained
As my longing for you gets stronger and stronger, The sandglass of my shadow, grows longer and longer, My heart goes fasting every moment for your laughter, One that makes my heart beat a good pace faster. To your heart,
It wasn’t very difficult to just fall into, And seemed much simpler to fall out too, The path seemed clear as daylight ahead, But the lingering darkness, knew not, where to head. When I finally decided to fully surrender, It
This is certainly not going to be the last time, That I will try to deeply tell you something, Although I fear, you will deem it a great crime, I strongly wish to confess to you, my only fling. Every