turning out the way it turned out to be

crazy attempt to jus do the first draft up here but that was how it turned out. cuz the words jus seem to flow better when im typing it straight in this window as compared to when im getting it down on paper. stuff to sort out before leaving but not really putting in enough effort to get them done. well i guess its time to hit the deck. pretty late. at least i got sth done frm staying up this time. one day i hope i'd get it. wish me luck please cuz i need lots of it

ok not a good attempt but at least i tried. bound to get better. cant get any worse rite?

c g am - am f - am g



if i asked for your (c)hand

would you show me how to (g)dance

take me through each foot(am)step

as we weave round the (f)floor



if i asked to go to the (c)beach

would you lie with me on the (g)sand

watch the clouds float (am)by

in the clear blue (f)sky



and (g)could i ask if you'd fill that mis(f)sing piece in my heart

or (g)would you just stand there and watch as (f)my life falls apart

at the (em)seams

as it (am)seems



if i asked for the (c)rain

would you just go (g)insane

we could run and (am)play

in the rain all (f)day


if i asked for just one (c)night

would you lie with me under the moon(g)light

let me feel whats its (am)like

to have you by my (f)side



and (g)could i ask if you'd fill that mis(f)sing piece in my heart

or (g)would you just stand there and watch as (f)my life falls apart

at the (em)seams

as it (am)seems



would you give me a (c)chance

would you hear what i (g)say

could i please see your (am)face

just for one more (f)day

if only were blind

lost his mind
lost in his mind
still trying to find
someone of his kind

like the fisherman who, barefoot, stepped on one of his own hooks

hello forgotten place, it's been a long time..

he flew his plane too low, now there are too many he left with empty arms.

now i'm walking through the crash site of somebody's past life

now he's parting the clouds as tomorrow shines fiercely on this wreckage

his skeletal hands

capsule

spinning in the tiny bubble
swirling in circles
round and round exploding in colours
time stretches and shrinks
like a spring it blinks

comes to a standstill while the heart sinks
but the second hand races on
right down at the bottom the mind is alert
but the heart is stuck deep down in the dirt

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building up into nothing

in the clouds

higher and higher up

brought down by rain

washed away whatever weighed me down

but together with it took me down

droplets

through my hair

down my face

down my neck

over my chest

clothes clung like cling wrap

trickles

streams

down

for how long

head hung low

tears flowed

dealt yet with another blow

again left in the cold

will you be bold

hold on to your soul

against what you know

what courage

just a mirage

you see it

but it aint there

you punch it

but its all air

placed faith in it

but it aint fair

til then

for now

i don't know what is and isn't there