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that
time i was a kid and wanted to wake up at the crack of dawn to be an
adult. the fear of goin to school for the first time. the time in
guidance office and i first noticed you and ran into a door while you
laughed. the first time i drove a car and didn't know what a brake did
(sorry brent LOL). that feeling of haven a crush on penny and chasing
after her. that time i asked you to marry me so many years ago. when
we were 16 years old and were bored and rob showed up at my door
at mid-nite with sunglasses on and a bag of pot. then the bright
idea to smoke the "stryper" page of the bible. that first
time playing on stage in front of 800 people by my self. the rush of a
crowd cheering when you play. the rush of goin down the wrong way on a
highway. the 2 minutes i got to play on zakk's guitar. the power of
the first two chords i got to play nite after nite. the
smile you got when i caressed your cheek and you smiled. when i was
approached to do guitar tech'in for one of my idols. the time it sound
like "i can fuck you pretty now". the first time i ran sound
high and got a god complex. all them nites the three of us got drunk
at on-stage. the last nite i had a drink with bobby before he died.
when i relized i didn't know you and didn't believe you anymore. that
time i picked up a french stripper LOL. the time i got drunk with two
soliders from another country and none of us could speak each other's
language. the rush i used to get when i saw your name. the warmth you
gave me when you whispered in my ear that you loved me and we'd kiss.
the first time i drank jager. the last time i drank tequila. sitting
up for two days straight, just to finish readin a book. sittin up for
two days straight to finish one of my art pieces. lying in bed,
asleep. the anxiety of meeting you for the first time. the fun of
playing next to ya'll on the stage nite after nite. that first
time hearing your voice. that first time of feeling you. that last
time of seing you. the nite i spent in jail. flirting with a female
cop. that time we were together in your husbands bed. that time in the
closet nude while your dad, boyfriend and you were in
the other room. then just walking thru and saying hi to your boyfriend
:). the time i realized what kind of person i was hehehe |
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