I’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 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 BROWNDon’t let anyone tame the wild horses that stampede inside your heart.
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 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 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 BROWNSometimes you have to chop off the dead ends so that you can continue To grow in a healthy direction.
J.S BROWNI may be incapable of adding Any moments onto our lives, Nor taking back my mistakes. But I could never ponder subtracting even a minute from our lives together.
J.S BROWNI’ve grown tired of playing the warrior In the battle between me and my demons.
J.S BROWNI’ve been busy making homes out of people When I should have been busy making a home out of me.
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 BROWNIt breaks my heart in half watching your spirit fall. So when the light is fading, can I be the one you call?
J.S BROWNOne can learn to break the chains they’re bound by.
J.S BROWNSeasons change, with my heart along for the ride.
J.S BROWNI am an addict and I’m hooked on dopamine. terrified to be alone so for companionship, I feign.
J.S BROWNThe most important thing Is to get those words out you can fuss about Then re-write later.
J.S BROWNThe moon screams, “You’re running out of time,” But perhaps tomorrow is only a new beginning.
J.S BROWN