BlackHorseWords

With every beat of your heart, My breath gets a little bit shallower. I could tell you how much I love you, But you already know. We met out in the cold, but in the least conventional sense of the word. It was supposed to be winter, but there wasn't a single drift of snow on the ground. The frozen brown dirt starred at us, mocking, proof of how equally barren our destined-to-be relationship would be. He introduced himself. I laughed. I didn't believe in love at first sight. With every beat of your heart, The moments start to slip away. I could tell you how much I love you, But you already don't love me back. We never held hands, or stared

Desolation Comes Upon the Sky, It goes Dark and then Light and then Dark again. Thunder rattles the equilibrium like a hit to the head. Are you up or down? Is the dampness on your face sweat, or rain, or tears? Desolation comes upon the sky, we are alone in the desert and lightning arcs across the sand. The heavens belong to some monster I've never seen. Desolation belongs to the sky. Desolation comes upon the sky, shattering our perceptions of reality. The earth meets the horizon and strange things spread. Who ever wondered what the clouds thought? Desolation spreads across the sky, and down here I don't know what to think.

Don’t Shy Away From A Project If you do it might disappear, Then whatever would you do with yourself, Year after year after year? Don’t shy away from a project, It’s here to make you feel warm inside, No matter how large or complex, From it you should not hide, Don’t shy away from a project, It exists to bring life to your soul, If you have a purpose in life, Only then can you begin to feel whole. Don’t shy away from a project, Even if the taste it gives you is bitter, Life is not made up of all good things, Sometimes there is less reward in sugar than litter. Don’t shy away from a project, Never answer