My name is Connor Hoogs. I've always been an artist, and i am just getting into the digital aspect of art, so i'm kind of new at all this. I'm 16 years old at the time I'm writing this, so don't judge me too much.
Current Residence: Long Beach Favourite genre of music: Alternative Favourite style of art: Illustration Operating System: Mac OS X MP3 player of choice: Ipod touch Favourite cartoon character: Kick Buttowski Personal Quote: "My art is like a song, and when someone sees it, i know that i am being heard."
This girl is a complete mystery.
But now all we are is history.
Each time I think I've figured her out,
She will turn me aside when I reach out.
Ive played the fool too many times,
Endlessly spouting love-filled rhymes.
But what I never realized
Is the girl that I idealized
Was indeed too good to be true.
I cant seem to get through to you.
And now I have found out that all alond,
I was listening to the same old song.
And now is when I need honesty;
Do you still believe in you and me?
I love her.
And even though she has gone home, it's like she's still here, right next to me.
I can still feel the soft caress of her lips against mine, and every time I close my eyes, I see her gazing back at me. The subtle, lingering scent of her that she left in my clothes is always there, serving as a constant reminder of her.
I love you, Brianna Shihadeh.
Like Christmas without snow,
Like a present without a bow,
Like living in a world without art,
I can't help feeling I'm missing a part.
I'm telling you from my heart
We can go back to the start.
And this time we'll do it right.
Unless you want, I won't bite.
The flame of love is still within our sight,
And I won't ever let go of that light.
Now you may still maintain that I'm wrong,
But I say together we belong.
Because this isn't just some line
I wrote to try to make you mine,
Every word I have said is true
All I want for Christmas is you.
There's nothing that I'd like more than
Hearing your voice Christmas mornin'.