the bruden of time

sometimes you have to much

sometimes you don't have enough

too much time makes me twiddle my thumbs

not enough makes my pants up in a bunch

I never have enough at lunch

and I don't want to be a fool

and spend all my time at school

but time is time

and might as well make it mine

My Song - Kayla Stack

Deep breath
In, out
Smelling home for the first time
Or what should have been home
But was taken away
In, out
The children are laughing
Smiling, joking
As though it were still summer
But summer is over
In, out
Set down the guitar case
Full of potential
As a girl looks over
Hey, girl
I’ll play you a song
In, out
At last in my homeland
And they’re out of time
Deep breath
In, out
Reach for the trigger
I’ll play you a song

In, out
In, out
In, out
In–

The Most Beautiful Thing In The World-by jose G

has no description

no definition

men's greatest treasure

her beauty cant be measure

bring you happiness

takes away sadness

she would be there till the end

with a kiss

sweetest as candy

she will be your one and only

make her understand

you are her greates friend

she hangs you her hand

and she would say

I love you always

king my burdon

king my burdon, life my joy,

friend of no one, love a toy.

reach beneath the crust to see, what mother nature brings to thee,

hide under the rug for fear, that pawns might comindeer.

rude to pesants, peace is gone

the essence dead, it sleeps through dawn.

reach beneath the crust to see, the burdon that could over take me

king to all is hard on one, so cry until the pain is done.

REGAN WALTON

The Treasure-Finder's Burden

The burden of a treasure-finder

Is more than one may think.

To own a treasure for yourself,

You must first value the thing.

As with a pirate and a treasure chest,

Or a librarian with a book,

Whatever you are after,

You always first must look.

The journey and the paths you take

To find that one true treasure,

Is one that tries the finder

Before rewarding them with pleasure.

A Flowers Burden

Some say i hold great power because i am a flower
All i get to do is stare at the sun; when really i'd rather run
At night it gets dark and I hear a lark
When it rains im opposite of sad
Because my soil is very bad
Its a boring life that i lead
No one knows just what i need
Watch where you step, i live in the ground
Though you will never hear me make a sound

Players Burden

No girl ever meant more than booze

Spend a night with them then you’ll lose

Slippin out quick-out the back door

She wadn’t right for ya if she left

All she was a dirty theft

I want a real girl, blonde with legs up to her chin

That’s how ya know you really win

I want a brunette with library glasses

Not a rich bitch from the upper classes

Problem is I don’t attract the good girls

I get all the bad ones, all the gold diggers

Bring the wrong drink; they’ll pull the gun triggers

I want a girl and need her

Heart-stopping hundred-three degree fever