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Even though he did not understand, She knew in her heart, he had to go, He smiled and softly squeezed her hand, She looked at him, a false expression, bland, She sighed and listened to the wind...
When I am gone mourn me not my friends Though Persephone should claim me for her own To toil in Hades gloomiest caverns And now down to her at a corpse-drapped throne, Though the death knell chimes...
Lying beside me is my man Fast asleep, I'll wake him in a min that's the plan How shall I do it.
P eople are gonna talk R emember who you are though O ld ways have walked U p and on would you can now go D ark days used to stalk you But now you've let the light show PROUD of who who...
I just curl up And become small You'll just look Victorious and tall And have the power That you crave For driving me Into an early grave. Is it fun For you to see Me on the floor Crying for mercy.
So, it STARTED with the tugging, Fine hairs drifting to the ground, Pulling at my scalp a bit, Breaking off without a sound.
When I in wonder survey endless skies I cannot help but think of you, my love, When I raise my weary Traveller's eyes To limitless web of heav'n above I see you filling what was once a void, Now...
Sorrow does not cloud your eyes It makes them hazy with sweet perfume, Tears do not roll as you cry Rather crystals from those orbs hewn, Your chest does not heave with grief It inhales fury and...
Wouldn't it be good For every fart you do Out of your bottom A spritz of aroma came too.
Just a bit of fun inspired by@PoppyA Offside Rules. Football crazy. Football mad. Footy on the telly. Footy on the pad. Footy in the paper. Footy in the pub. Footy on the radio. Footy in the tub.
-sounds like mush, but I honestly mean every word of it- I often think of Opuss as my family online, I think I'm very lucky for you kitten-friends of mine.
I know a funny man He puts a smile upon my face He can write about anything A rhino ass or a place He makes me really chuckle What words he can write He is magic with words He makes a heavy heart...
I'm naturally calm, But I must confess, For this there is no balm, Too many are under duress.
This little post is just for fun. For a competition has been run. Not for trophy, not for cup. A contest that's been hotting up. Fantastic prize to give away. And winner will be found today.
So many things have happened, too much of it is wrong, Atrocities throughout the World, people who don't belong.
Have you ever noticed that when we are hurt we have a 'broken heart'. That we feel incomplete and start to tear ourselves appart. How is it that we think the muscles in our chest determin how we feel.
There is some daft music, Jazz music Happy music Sad music Head banger music Heart breaker music Orchestra music Opera music Punk rock music Sing-a-long music Good music Bad music Dreamy lullaby...
The power to heal. The power to hurt. The power to diss. The power to flirt. The power to anger. The power to calm. The power to offend. The power to charm. The power to confuse.
I try to write, Nothing comes out. Perhaps it's mental drought. I'm out. Or a bad reaction to all the hate. So tired, getting late. Not a broken heart or tortured soul as of late.
*100th Opuss*. Drip drip, tick tock. Time is just one big clock. Colors all iridescent. An old nation, a new discovery. A new invention, an old story. Things change fast. But I can remember the past.
I nspiration, an amazing thing. N othing can compare. S ometimes the truth just rings. P ulls your strings, and makes you care. I t's great to share with mates. R especting each others work.
Now I lay me down to sleep, your love my soul will keep. I pray your presence finds my dreams, I can't live without you or so it seems.
I like many things and dislike a few, Like being happy, Dislike being blue. Love all things Girly, Especially pink. Hate being tired and having to think.
Gay marriage seems to be the topic these days, Stamping their feet all day long are those gays. Homophobic I seem as I appose the rule, I'm not doing it to seem stubborn or cruel.