Goodnight Weed Beach. Monday March 17th 6:50-7:05pm

They carry emotions with them,

Be it love or hate

Those frequencies will have a say

I heard, Knife stabs hurts less

When compared to the wounds of words

We don't realize, do we?

Until its too late to fix and to apologize

But wait, words for apology are not that much powerful again

Why can't they maintain a balance?

Meanest things are not possible to unsay

We often do this to someone who we love most

Is it really that easy?

If I shallow my intentions

I can have all that I want

But I want something else

I desire

Something nameless

And require a little bit better

But I want that too

I guess you could say

(he he he)

I kinda want it all

Just not gonna sell myself short

For any less

Call it greed

I'll call it passion

Something I can feel

I'm ever in search

For something real

This vizard just ain't selling

I suppose I'm not biting