bởi ~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,
bạn 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 bởi me each day.
bạn play god and the devil each ngày 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.
bởi ~AtlanaCullen
Dear Danny,
I never write stuff for just anyone.
But bạn deserve it.
With every letter I type.
With every word I read.
I hope one ngày bạn will see.
How much your âm nhạc means to me.
Everyone else may listen to what they please.
As long as I have your âm nhạc my mind is at ease.
So thank you, my dear friend.
For being who bạn are.
And making Music.
Thats just too good to be considered art.
Fore it is much thêm to me.
So here it is.
All I have ever really wanted to say.
Thank bạn for singing,
and that I will be a người hâm mộ till the end.
