VIRB

I have been writing so much lately. Lyrics are simply pouring out of me at all times. I have lyrics jotted on the sides of class notes, on the virtual sticky notes in my phone, and lining the inside of my brain. I really need a guitar player, at the very least. My voice is stronger than ever, and I cannot wait to sing in front of a crowd again.

This is probably not a good example, but it's a little note in my Sidekick that I typed in when I was sitting outside watching a rain storm move in.

"The clouds move in fast now.
Faster than your hand
Up my thigh that first night we met
In the dark.

You thought you were so slick,
Making all the little hairs on the back of my neck stand up,
And all you had to do was breathe
Say, "I miss you," and touch me

Ever so slightly
Tracing a circle
On the palm of my hand
With the tip of your index finger."