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SOMEBODYSHERO
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Name: ben
Country: Botswana
Birthday: 11/11/1987
Gender: Male
Interests: i like to play guitar alot and write songs...yeah...i like hanging out with sarah...and learning cool songs that are better than mine... good times
Expertise: i play guitar and stuff
Occupation: Government
Industry: Banking/Finance
Message: message me
AIM:  somebodyshero151
MSN: somebodyshero182
Yahoo:  somebodyshero182
Member Since:
4/11/2004
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| new days....same love...holding strong...forever | | |
| im sitting in study hall w/ mr. bravo..hah this isnt even my class...oh well... anyways...im so bored..i already did all my homework except studying... today was a good day...im ready to go home though.. maybe i will go to bible study tonight...sounds like fun eh? i wanted to go to AMOR, but if it means sarah cant go, then ill let her go and ill just stay home..its my birthday anyways more family time i guess..maybe ill drive to see my brother JP or something... im going to see my aunt for christmas i think, then i will se my cousin and possibly thrice...hmmm crazy eh? that would be sweet...all i can hear are drums and a crazy trumpet...quite annoying to say the least...oh well...hah...i love you still, i always will...you know who you are...peace im out... | | |
| hope..dangles on a string...like slow spinning redemption... today was a hectic crazy day of many emotions...i know i caused some tears...some hurt...and for that i a m sorry, but what is sorry other than a few words...you have to show that you are sorry...love again...and mean it... | | |
| heres another song i wrote a long time ago...
does perfection ever happen twice?are the cauderized vessels ever going to flow again? are the scars going to be well-worn and slowly disappear with time? can the words be changed even though the euphanism explains it all? why try to heal the healthy, when you are already dead?
unscathed love, sought after by so many. do we even know how to love again? are we holding something back, so the pain of goodbye,won't happen this time. do we enjoy the exhibition on partiality?and wonder why we contemplate emergency? should we wait and bleed? or be set free? the stitches removed like the fear of tomorrow...gone.
so discrete,so devout, so deprived, so now. the shadow we once called life, removed so all can truly see. the love-torn,heart-felt being, weve chosen to be.
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| i wrote this november 12, 2003 to my wonderful (soon to be) girlfriend sarah reed...these words are still as meaningful as they were the day i wrote them...
the butterflies are new, everytime i see you
your smile weakens my knees
corny love songs stream through my head
as i glance into your eyes
waking up with only you on my mind.
wanting every moment
to be a moment spent with you
you are the ear
that is always there to hear me,
the hand that will someday keep mine warm
the arms to hold me,
because nothing else could be safer
dashboard confessional playing
as i stare at your photograph
the moments never as perfect as this
i told myself i wouldnt like someone this much,
yet i cant hide what was meant to be
the wait may seem like eternity,
yet if eternity is what it takes, so be it
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