selfishness

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They said she would stay, that she wouldn't feel a thing, it would be quiet and still, our goodbye's wouldn't matter because she'd never know, that they were said,
Mother Earth, I am so sorry Apologizing on behalf of all your inhabitors I weep as I caress you with my hands in the dirt We have disrespected you Mother It is too late to make it right  
She was lost In New York City And had nowhere to go. There was people everywhere Going up and down the unending sidewalk
Dear Hope,   They say you are a winged thing, but wings are fragile as glass and   When they break they leave shards that jut out at odd angles,  
Far into that ire sky rose a suble glint too quick deposed; a mirror to what lies in throe. yes, far beneath that acrid storm lay jewlers' land,
How complicated we are; never wanting to lose our luster, just to be malleable in the most devious of ways.   How selfish we are; not being able to burn to ashes,
His hand reached out towards hers, the barest kiss of warmth between their palms. Her face lit up with the promise of his eyes reflected across the bow of his lips.
Oh you poor little humans, You Selfish Ignorant Humans you think that your cause is right, but your fight is not a just cause.   You fight for injust reasons hoping for change
Need Speech deemed unimportant, dented. Bleed That which you are presented Need When not provided, crumbling commences Bleed You will, and be rendered defenseless.
The winter rain at a driving pelt Did batter the city park And on a bench sat a city beggar Far past the hour of dark He sat and with a mighty shiver Groaned deep from the outer cold
All that reigned primarily in his mind was getting home fast Getting home to his woman’s loving and waiting arms, To the comfort of his puffy couch, To gaze upon the towering screen,
The animal was suffering cruel conditionsYou may ask yourself whyThe answer lay on monetary commissions The reason thousands of animals die.  
I'm sorry I took your time for granted I was shy but very romantic and I wish you'd understand that I loved you even more than I did myself, too  
On this island, in the middle of nowhere I find pleasure in my solitude. The one thing I could never covet (despite the Never-ending depths of my selfish nature), Is you and your sweet love  
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He said he wanted a kiss, so I gave him my love. He said he wanted that, so I gave him this He said he would never ever leave, yet I'm all alone. Because he always wanted and I gave more.
The city of Los Angeles It draws you in with a hope for glory, A chance to truly improve your story, Yet as you walk the city streets You hear the sound of a thousand feet Telling you, "It's not your day.
A tender muted rain drips through the trees like lead paint down a child's throat. Surrendered couples romantacize in fields of oleander. An ode to God clings to the fingertips of the esteemed criminal.
Today I am tired Of being everything. Friend, sister, lover, student, teacher Stretches a little to thin But I'll never complain I'll even off you a smile Because its not about me
Selfish. All of us. Pretending to unite in a commmon cause When really that cause is just Another picture for our decopage Line on a resume Glitter for our own parade. We volunteer our time
I follow as a poison-tipped arrow would, tracking the heels of Achilles, honing in on a weakness you were powerless to prevent   my path is one of greed, hunger, thoughtless self
humans are selfish all to the core whether they show it matters not one bit at all sure some care but they're a bore humans can dis if they dare always seeking more
In hard times as these Life has a strong cost. To be begging on your knees, And all hope to be tossed.   I too, was the child who longed see a meal. I saw lavish spending from a friend.
In hard times as these Life has a strong cost. To be begging on your knees, And all hope to be tossed.   I too, was the child who longed see a meal. I saw lavish spending from a friend.
In hard times as these Life has a strong cost. To be begging on your knees, And all hope to be tossed.   I too, was the child who longed see a meal. I saw lavish spending from a friend.
In hard times as these Life has a strong cost. To be begging on your knees, And all hope to be tossed.   I too, was the child who longed see a meal. I saw lavish spending from a friend.
In hard times as these Life has a strong cost. To be begging on your knees, And all hope to be tossed.   I too, was the child who longed see a meal. I saw lavish spending from a friend.
The opportunities given to us by the mother Life herself Have been stored into our vault of love and hope That shines at the tip top  top of the hills So high up nobody can see with their own
We click into socketsBut our bones know betterAnd keep us from being spaghetti dinner.
I do not know what she is to me. I cannot say how I feel. She’s like a pebble stuck in the back of my mind. How can I tell her how I feel? With my body pressed close against her frame,
He said if not for God what is it you live for I said I want to be happy I said I want to be happy I said I want to lie in my death bed with eyes barely open and I want to be able to smile Say this- was good
Please, darling, tell mehow you want me to see,how you want me to fake,how you want this to be. Does it pique your interestwhen my lipstick's like this?Does it fall into place?Did I follow your wish?
I had a note that I wrote That started off as an anecdote But I left it in my coat And I gave it to a boy so eager and cold But he didn’t know how to float  
A beast.  I was strong, fast, unbeatable, Red eyes, hot breath, Power flowing like blood. You were my pet,  Your only purpose was to make me  Happy.  And when you failed
Wonderful, Beautiful, Awful boy. Spill from your lips only lies With a smile and silver tongue You slowly make me come undone Unravel me with honeyed words And dark deceit that settles deep
Of shrimps and steaks and sizzling soups And turpentine rolls and cabbage groups Comes a man of greedy, vicious frosting The essence of virtue he is lacking. An effervescent mind when he wants it to be
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