I’m a little bit different And I can’t always admit it, But honestly I’m okay With sticking out. I might do things backwards – Without getting the facts first, But I need you to love me without a doubt.
J.S BROWNI’m a little bit different And I can’t always admit it, But honestly I’m okay With sticking out. I might do things backwards – Without getting the facts first, But I need you to love me without a doubt.
J.S BROWNThe most important thing Is to get those words out you can fuss about Then re-write later.
J.S BROWNFollow the path that forces your soul to glow and your heart to shine through your eyes.
J.S BROWNSometimes the words call out to me often waking me from a dream, And other times – Leaving me stranded within one.
J.S BROWNOne can learn to break the chains they’re bound by.
J.S BROWNMaybe our story didn’t end the way we planned but, Neither did the beginning. Regardless, our story will remain as one of my fondest memories.
J.S BROWNI remain busy constantly on the move, For I just don’t like how I feel when I’m standing still.
J.S BROWNI’ve been scratching at the surface trying to escape the darkness that calls me from below.
J.S BROWNI couldn’t dream of loving you anymore than I already do, Yet every day I wake up so much more in love with you.
J.S BROWNI’ve grown tired of playing the warrior In the battle between me and my demons.
J.S BROWNDon’t let anyone tame the wild horses that stampede inside your heart.
J.S BROWNYour Smile, that smile you beam From cheek to cheek, Has such a way of leaving me weak.
J.S BROWNI love the idea of those Who sing in the car; Dance while they eat; Laugh at their own mistakes. I envy these people So in love with just existing.
J.S BROWNI’ve become almost professional, at pushing the feelings aside, away, afar. It’s not hard at all, in fact, It’s a chore to feel anything at all.
J.S BROWNYou plant flowers In the darkest parts Of me, and then you bathe me in your light. Thank you for Helping me grow.
J.S BROWNThere’s no room for doubts when you have dreams as big as yours.
J.S BROWN