door ~The-Journalist
he sings to her
and my heart
twitches.
i almost wish
that it's me
that he'd sing to.
a voice like honey,
a mind like a labyrinth
a smile like flame and ice.
red-haired devil,
u have stolen my heart
and i'm not asking for it back.
ah, ye of the Wildean wit,
and of the double-edged tongue,
your psalms are recited door me each day.
u play god and the devil each dag with my mind,
your works teasing my ears.
but he will never know me.
and each day,
my soul becomes less hopeful.
but oh, if he could only hear my words,
'twould be enough for me
and my soul
could live gracefully.
door ~AtlanaCullen
Dear Danny,
I never write stuff for just anyone.
But u deserve it.
With every letter I type.
With every word I read.
I hope one dag u will see.
How much your muziek means to me.
Everyone else may listen to what they please.
As long as I have your muziek my mind is at ease.
So thank you, my dear friend.
For being who u are.
And making Music.
Thats just too good to be considered art.
Fore it is much meer to me.
So here it is.
All I have ever really wanted to say.
Thank u for singing,
and that I will be a fan till the end.
