My Stories

Paul stares out of the small round window, watching the ground move from under them. As the plane descends, the cities and towns grow nearer and clearer through the translucent clouds.

I was happy to be found, Until you drove me to the ground, I will always love you, No matter what, So just this once, For just a moment...stop. Dont get taken away, I need you everyday,

I'd like to scream and shout, Let everything all out, The silence in my heart kills, No thump thumping or thrills, I wish to be me again, With no troublesome women, To drag me to the ground,