Hello old friend, wrap me in your cool embrace. Let your smell consume my breath for others to taste. Fill my head with swirls and laughter. Help me enjoy the evening. Help me say the things that I would never say by myself. Let your dreams cause mine to go to ruin.
Hello old friend, how I missed you dearly. When I breathe, the struggles and power all roll in and out. Send me to land better than the one I am in. Send me to the mountains where I can put my head on straight. Let me experience a relief knowing that it is only temporary. Let your dreams cause mine to go to ruin.
Hello old friend, your sight is soothing. I love seeing the beautiful movements as you console a heart that was broken. You press yourself against me and I forget my life as I allow anything to happen. Let your desires become mine. Let your dreams cause mine to go to ruin.
Hello old friend, how your worth brings me pride. You holding my hand is what I crave. I gain everything with you. With you, I can have whatever I desire. With you I can control. With you I can bring my other friends back to me. Let you come in abundance. Let me get closer to what I want. Let your dreams cause mine to go to ruin.
Hello old friend, how you brought so much satisfaction. I see shades of blue, green, and brown overwhelming me. I stand up as the colors flood me. Each glance is greeted with a kiss. Let the colors ever be shining my way. Let your joy always be there to make me feel better. Let your dreams cause mine to go to ruin.
Hello old friend, how hard I contemplate with you. I think so much with you in my hand. Pictures are painted that only some understand. Each word has a meaning and each meaning, a word. You help me get the dragons that are locked away in my head out for others to enjoy. They fly high and put on a show but no one ever knows where they came from or why they are there. Let the art fly high! Let the dragon be perfectly drawn! Let the passion be revealed! Let your dreams cause mine to flourish
I suppose that the rest of you are not my friend! The pen is there always! Alcohol, you are not my salvation! Drugs, I am not yours! Lust, I will no longer fall for your wicked charms! Wealth, I will never bow down to you! Popularity, you are not of utmost importance any longer! Pen, my beautiful pen. My gift from above from God himself! He takes form when the ink dries on paper.
I suppose that He gave me the crazy idea that the words can reach somebody. This much I have found true, my other friends couldn’t change lives like my pen does. It is to be my weapon in the war for souls.