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She is
that bright array of sun-kissed color out in a field of green,
orange and red and purple hues growing for no reason at all.
She is
A sense of sickness washes
Over him as he sits alone;
Shunned by the world, he
Is all he will ever have.
His loneliness comes and goes,
Developing, maturing,
Feeding his unsatiable
I want to tell you I will do anything to keep what we have together,
That I will try to follow through and give my effort to do better.
My bones were feeble
My breath had weathered
My voice can be heard as a bare, cracked whisper
And I listen at how fragile we are...
For which my lungs, they were thirsty for air
You
Stole from me something important
Before I could understand to cherish it
You
Lashed out at me
For my overwheming emotions
You
Made me become
Hateful of myself.....
So I confessed,
I need time.
With just you.
So you say,
“I’ll give you the day.”
Like it’s the hardest thing in the world to do.
So you picked today,
did you know how much you mean to meor that I absolutely treasure youyour so unique in every way.I may make fun of you in every wayand pick on you for your little quarks
The way people treat each other
Is something I would change
It something of which all of us are to are to blame
A teacher telling a student
he's not smart enough to pass
Living with this darkness. Always weighing me down.
Thinking dark thoughts; wandering around this strange and lonely town.
Can't get rid of this depression; seems like any hope I once held is coming to an end.
She dances! She twirls!
This amazing wind up girl!
Come one! Come all!
To see the painted smile doll!
Put your order in today!
We’ll send her, no delay!
The price is really not that high!
Hundreds of children
All yelling with glee
Come running inside
With much to see.
I sit here,
Scared and alone,
If this is living,
I'm not sure if I want to live.
If only I could move.. just get away,
but I can only go where I am taken to.
No one seems to like me and they seem to think
You pay women to dance, while your love is at home.
Two Viking babies asking when daddy is coming home.
How familiar is my name,
For daddy’s the one to blame...
Your ice cold look is really just a new flame.
Look at all these presidents,
They're all the same kind of gentlemen.
Wearing their suits and ties.
I wonder where are their wives.
Sitting at home?
Perhaps, I don't know
Because they can't tag along.
Equal people, same in hand and face,
but outcast quickly when not the chosen race.
Die for beliefs that should self explain,
that treatment you beg for, hope to gain.
Scream and battle with tooth and fist,
