A little of what you like does you good...
Or at least they say that it stood.
But what if what like, isn't good at all.
What are you then really? I suppose you're just a fool.
But I like the smell of finished rain...
And ruining perfect snow the same.
Yes, neither does you any harm...
But I like love, and I like charm.
And both of those can hurt quite bad,
It's not good, it's just sad.
So what I like isn't good at all.
Love has made me, a unhappy fool.
Β©Odd 21/10/2012
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Just a some what "odd" girl, living in what feels like a glass box. Hello Opuss, the savour of my sanity. my little private world amongst a life of being watched and watching.
We remember, in order that we might forget. Reminiscence is a tricky one, that old time companion of loneliness, who sneaks up upon you as nostalgia fills the recesses of the heart again.
A promise is nothing if not kept. A sacrifice is nothing if not made. Happiness is nothing if you secretly wept. Love is nothing if affection fades. Dreams are nothing if not chased.
Tomorrow Land October 24 2010 Passion boil Never toil With what is ought to stay Never prick me with that splendor For what i'd often pray Little bird your wings are clipped Her window shut and...
There's a strange satisfaction with finishing a book. Line lives are over, although breaths they never took.
It's times like these that we find ourselves. It's times like these that make you want to stand up. It's times like these that you want to scream. It's times like these that I need you.
With some luck you have been entwined with love. Oh, but if this luck runs short love can bring you pain. Some say its a blessing from above. Other say that they won't go there again.
I come to you. To swim in your words. I come to you. Letting go of my world. I come to you. Sharing my thoughts. I come to you. To Listen to inspiring quotes. I come to you. With no hate.
I wear the scars, they don't wear me. I set the boundaries, choose what they'll be. I write my lines, they don't fall out. And if I speak, I may just shout. I wear the scars, they don't wear me.
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