A heart cut by a thousand wounds.
An ache
Sweet Bitter Poet
Words born from a true love. Sorrow grown from an emptiness left in its place. Sometimes jokes.
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The Wind Blows, man
A short fun one with finger tapping
Rose
Mother's Day Instrumental
the cycle repeats
again with this shit?
Stuck in my head
for what
Let it be said
When I found myself with you I am happy I can lose myself in your skin Your body is perfect, all of you is To bear your soul within Looking for you in everyone Never finding what I felt those days Dancing with beautiful women Dying to find myself in them With none to carry the burden with My heart heavy to hold alone Heavy for another too These dark and lovely seas hold me As I continue to sink I…
By the River
Song 1
To Matthew
A Note to a strugglin dude in therapy
Code of Honor
What may or may not be true is what we must believe in the most.
By The River, Audrey
I'd say this was my first finished song