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How do I mend a broken heart. My entire world has fallen apart. How do I find hope in a brand new day, when the one I love has gone away.
I have a clockwork angel, Who rests just by my heart, His metal shell lies dully, A glinting piece of art, His hair is smooth and silver, His eyes are just like mine: Reflecting what he feels...
We may never reach the top But I guess we'll have stop, Stop off on the road to Nowhere. I may never get to speak my mind But there's still time On the road to Nowhere.
This poem was made by @lucandsurprise and @ell. I walk these crowded streets every day and every night. I walk with the living, yet I am out of sight. sometimes I find others like me.
Tea or no tea that is the question.
~When we are dead seek not our tombs in the earth but in the hearts of men~ Leave your mark upon the man. Try and catch me if you can. Not a granite epitaph That won't outlast hearts by half.
I've been absent quite a while Wrapped in bells and rings Hectic is as hectic does With work and other things I'm ever so productive But not too much with rhyme Think I'll trade this English...
I'm just a soulless maid, I work just to get paid. I really enjoy my work. Not like the usual clerk. I've tried being a driver, My boss I couldn't survive her. I've tried being a dentist.
Crashing Love;. Does have a few bad words in it ..… nothing to bad thow … just bein carefull. You are so horrible. You've given me nothing. You just take take take. I've had enough. Its far to tough.
Stroll in our secret garden No longer is my heart so hardened No longer will I beg for pardon As we stroll in our secret garden I painted many pictures But I guess this ones the best I...
Here it goes, on and on. And round and round. Here is the cycle. Of the seeds planted in the ground. Here are the seeds. In the soil they're sown. Here is the sprout. Into flowers it grows.
You are my favorite place that has no name My Mona Lisa smile in my cherry heart frame The way you dance beneath the silver moonlight You piece me whole of joy and pride.
It seemed I had lost you for a while watched you hold a strangers hand that was mine searching for a spark in dementia's darkness Now somehow, i have you back free from pain happy and...
© ZuperZed I can be... ...your wings if you wish to fly. ...a shooting star high up in the sky. ...a shoulder when you're feeling sad. ...clumsy just to make you glad. I can be...
I looked out my window, One cool summers eve. And i saw a bird, Skinny tall old thing. But little did I know this Bird would give me joy. For a few mounths later, We had a baby Boy.
Dear Opuss I have no time to stop and play, pesky deadlines - go away. I'm try my best to draft a line, It won't be great, it will be mine.
Sunshine blazing. Heat my soul. Something amazing. Let's take a stroll. Summer haze. My only goal. Summer days. Young or old. Lay down for hours. Drink by my side. So much power. Gets charged inside.
HAS there any old fellow got mixed with the boys. If there has, take him out, without making a noise. Hang the Almanac's cheat and the Catalogue's spite. Old Time is a liar. We're twenty to-night.
Wake up, I just can't wait anymore. To see the light your eyes gently pour. Drive away the lies messing up my head. All these hungry flies circling the dead. And how I long, even when we're in bed.
Tell me a story. I won't get scared don't worry. As we are sitting near the fire. Tell me a story I could admire. The sun is going down. I wish this I could draw. The colors are many and nice.
Shoes are magic,. Some are even pelagic,. Never, ever tragic,. Just sparkle and glitter red,. Take Toto back to bed,. Golden Magic Shoes with wings,. Help you reach up-high things,.
Music is like the wind in the trees, It is magical when you flow across the keys.
Streams of white fly past my belly - Come on lass, give it some welly. Hot creamy liquid only buckets can measure Fingers are squeezing... Bring my morning pleasure This animal process...
He sprawls, tan fur fanned On carpets, or tiles Or anywhere The narrowing twitches Of wakefulness Flee like fleas For a few moments He is still - More stationary Than dogs ought to be But the...