Father. Academic Advisor. Musician. Writer. My real name is Jesse Balogh.
They are so happy and positive all the time; they don't see negativity, or even any crime. Everything they see is through rose-colored glasses,
By Rowan Finley 4 years ago in Poets
Please act like you know what you're doing, when, on my heart, you do surgery. When you open the heart valves,
Cryptic mind, cryptic mind Will you find, will you find? The sign that you've been looking for To walk through the door
Strum my heart You can be mine That's a start Fall into line I'll strum yours Isn't it fine?
I have never felt quite comfortable with you, never to myself, or to you, do I seem true. I'll say one thing and mean another,
It took the bold ones. The ones who weren't afraid to stand up for what was right, the ones who were ready for a fight.
There is this new product Called vanishing cream Oh, it's a dream Just rub it on your skin and you won't be seen
On the outside our house, it might have had the white picket fence, but if everyone knew the truth, then they would have felt dense.
I miss the days when we just had landlines, we were without cell phones and their confines. Is it just me, or do you just never feel free?
On my saddest birthday ever, I turned eight. I barely got to say goodbye because I was just too late. My dear grandma died and left me in a lonely way.
Urban jungle—watch the people struggle to just get by Everybody seems to be on the fly Driving here and driving there
Little girl footprints on the beach Little girl, darling, so much I will teach Little girl, playing with the shells
