John Dawson.
I'm a full-time student-vocalist-percussionist-blogger-tweeter-gamer-writer-director. I spend most of my valuable time living, breathing, eating, thinking, and sleeping. I like knowing what's going on in the world around me at all times, so I'm constantly social networking. I either sleep too little or too much. I wear hoodies & jackets more than I should, and I'm often seen in pants that make my feet look comically larger than they actually are. I fully support Same-Sex Marriage and Civil Rights in general. I'm accepting, open-minded, and against prejudice and discrimination of any kind.
Never stop l(i/o)ving.
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A Heart, A Head (in progress)
Doctor, please find a cure for this. It seems that I’ve become lovesick. Thoughts of her, they run through my head like the life through my veins, thick & red.
And brick on brick, wall by wall, my barrier is never tall enough to keep her from causing me to fall.
And in she comes. Wall to wall, the only thing heard is her call, the one to make me give to her my all.
And brick on brick, wall by wall, my barrier is never tall enough to keep her from causing me to fall.
And in she comes. Wall to wall, the only thing heard is her call, the one to make me give to her my all.
Please, don’t take her from my head. For if her memory is gone, then hope for me is surely dead.
