Archives: Writings

tell me what do i need to knowtell me where do i need to gotell me

when i was a kid i questioned everythingneeded to know where i’d go when i shed

i remember when we were in italyi was out on the common balconyand suddenly i started

i’ve spent time wonderingwhat might have beenwhat could have beenif i had let you ini’ve given

A love struck Romeo, sings the streets a serenadehe’s laying everybody low, got a love song

a long time ago in a land far awayon a day much like todaythey were walking