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The strands in your eyes that color them wonderful Stop me and steal my breath And emeralds from mountains thrust towards the sky Never revealing their depth And tell me that we belong...
**Freestyle at 10am. I'm pretty sure most guys and girls can relate.
Goodbye I cry Say we'll meet again So long Too long Until way back when See you See who. Because you may forget Fair well Still tell About the day we met.
Each day I live is like the last. Hope is lost, I can't advance. Scarred & shaken from my past. I long to change but keep this stance. Whilst on your own you're safe from harm.
#youngwritershousehold The wind blows softly against my face, The shade cast by the tree cools my heart. The ocean waves relax the tension within, That would otherwise tear me apart.
They were a couple,. They were engaged,. The signs were subtle,. It had been gauged,. They were expecting,. Joy struck their heart,. They'd been suspecting,. The room they'd start,.
Despite my cynicism, I've always believed there is a system to finding happiness in life: suffer now, and one day you'll find happiness.
My favourite sport, It's got to be hockey, Defender of the court, Attacker of the lucky, Wooden curved sticks, A little round ball, Teams matching kits, The gathering call, Oh I used to play, A...
i cant help but entertain some thoughts such honest company whispering sweet nothings wondering what was fraught with me where calamity reigns serene can not help but tend all the scars that remind...
Anyone can write, Trust me, of this I know. Anyone alive, Can simply steal the show. All it takes is confidence, Instilled by thanks and Praise. And any man or woman, Can write with ease today.
He was Jesus to the people He was a sacrifice to the cause... Blood spilled, his blood with no fear in his heart, no suffering in his thoughts with only tears for the weak...
A single spotlight beats down, gripping your flesh. Four hundred eyes bare into your face, costume, mind. They know you're nervous.
Discover your life, Your love, your fate, Discover your strife, Your frown, your hate. Discover a dream, A fantasy, a mystery, Discover a scheme, A plan, a victory..
Ever so innocent, Been here forever, The love she lent, Is evil however. Born by my mother, Siblings alike, Now makes me shudder, Memories of the knife.
My pillow in life is my best friend. She is always there when I need support, Welcoming me into her soft embrace, Never wanting anything in return.
The fire is raging, Burning within, The flames are ageing, Elements grin. The waters are strong, Crashing with fury, Noises perform a song, Vision becoming blurry.
I try so hard, so hard to only remember the good times in our madness . It seems like i never gonna live you. You burn in My brain, you burn in My soul, you burn burn burn . Burning My life Down.
Social skills of a dead turnip. Fashion sense of a bald vulture. Intelligence of a can of tomatoes. Mapping skills of a broken GPS. Body of a bowl of jelly. Nose that looks broken.
I sit and look at you powerful body, Mesmerised by the ripples you so proudly show, You draw people to you like a magnet But oh how little do they know you - or care, You can be so beautiful and...
I am ,i am present ,i am visual ,i am quiet... Stillness in the heat of fire . Let us not argue , we are ,you are And i am still silent - just like you...
Forget about the girl called Boo. Forget the times she said "I love you". Don't remember her pretty looks. Don't remember the heart you took. Don't think about all those nights.
When the clock strikes midnight Rumpled bedsheets And spinning minds We both know we Had a good time The sun arrives But you leave So unexpectedly Baby, so unexpectedly But then I remember last...
I will remain, to those petty fools from school, the moustache bearing silent girl. That one over there, sitting by herself because she looks like a boy and has the social skills of a dead toad.
Dear Mr. Interior designer, I am sending you this note simply to thank you for coming into my heart & soul, to do the work that u did. I wasn't Expecting You..