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A smooth road I imagine but could never exist Rocky and unsure just like the doubt you left inside of me How should we want to go on
Tired bone and sorrowed hand, Make of thee all that you can. Build thy life of hope and tear, Of all thy love and all thy fear.
I was born Of a European Yew. Its mighty bough had grown Twisted and encrusted With moss In the garden of my great-great grandfather. As he left his house for the final time
I wish I knew How to fix things So that way they Wouldn't get to the point They were beyond repair Whether it be Technology Jewlery Plants My Relationships Myself
I live in the gap of generations. I can embrace one but I don't know how. I am too old but I am too young, I am too experienced but I haven't lived yet. Where do I go?
Off in my own world either day or night, Images flow behind my open eyes. Over reality and stirs a fright. Never thought I was
my heart has been raised in the dark the light was a foreign feel it was too late to stop the start to my broken heart it was surreal when he looked into my soul it was like an electric shock
the monster in my dreams who is it who tortures me? with no answer to my plea a silent scream I will release because of what I see, in these grusome scenes I am wishing they would cease
when did innocence become insanity? even the voices in my head are sick of me wish they wouldn't feed the beast that I now have named Agony but I swear it wasn't really me it fed on words from humanity
"Death whispers to me saying"honey pretty please" But even if I ask it to leave It still follows me I turn down a dark alley But no it's just a hall way And i'm late for biology
How can I be sure? He says he loves me, but does he truly mean it? How do I know? What is love anyway? Is love the way he holds my hand, or how he says my name?
You're not like the others. You actually listen to me. From the minute I had met you, i'll admit, I was unsure where you would lead. Depression? Succession? How can this situation go?
I am the clutter
No style can describe how I feel, No emotion can express what I see, Day by day nothing changes. The faces are a facade, I'm not sure what I am. But I'm glad of what I am I nod into others worries,
There exists a division, splitting up my left arm, Cutting to the bones of my wrist,
nuzzle love-bitten guarded girl overlapping legs, fallen asleep together blue glow dark room warm hidden world strong gentle grasp, the trust of the touch on the neck slight suffocation, enough to relax
My very favorite comfort in life is closing my door, Not dealing with the judgment that opinions deliver, Living safe in a hollow home of maybes and seems.
Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting
You do this for me, You do that for me. But it’s not all you. I do help you. I swear darling. It’s not all you. A relationship must be push; And pull.
Wandering long Wandering far Still don’t know who you are Coming home Coming from the west Still don’t know why you left Why do you stay Where you don’t want to be
What if I’m wrong?
In kindergarten they start teaching you about lines, you learn how a horizontal line is like the horizon,
I'm just scared one day you'll find this too stressful. Turn back to the old you and being resentful . Nothings easy when you talking bout unifying two . Especially when it comes to everything being new.
Listlessly running. My heart screams and rattles my eardrums. My destination was once approaching me steadily as I ran across shards of glass. I tread on flowers as rain lightly caresses my face, but inside there is a
Bags packed, path planned, turned to go , feet dragging. Is my heart ready? A simple touch, a warm hug: keeps me here with him. Hand in hand,
The first time I saw you I didn't think we could be. I said, "Yeah, whatever, he's just a flirt" But, then you started flirting with me.
There is a certain blankness in your stare one that is so deep, and true It seems you're the only one who cares. I'd like to say you're diffrent, but you're beyond that hold me don't let me go hold me?
I'm shutting down What else am I to do? Till you come around Till then I'll wait for you So broken How I feel inside words unspoken All these feelings denied
Uncertain Future Afraid of what could happen. I have no more time
I'm feeling high tonight. Not sure what it's from Could it be these pills? Maybe these cheap thrills. I can't be sure. Where's my waldo? Is he in my dream? My friends, I don't know.
Growing up, you plan a life for yourself, but how can you be sure? I'm so unsure. One day, things seem to be going great! But you don't know what will happen next. I'm so unsure.