Why?
Why does it tick. The clock I mean. Why is that the girl over there can never have a good dream. Why do we do things that are wrong. Why do some people feel like they need to belong.
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Why does it tick. The clock I mean. Why is that the girl over there can never have a good dream. Why do we do things that are wrong. Why do some people feel like they need to belong.
And I think of you too;. Hair dyed blond from the. Bright afternoon sun,. As you walk and talk,. Same old you just. In a different land,. I want to share everything. I see, you see,.
Do you remember when we stood in that field underneath those stars. I told you I loved you, everything was pure-honest and true. We've both changed so much that its just crazy.
My wit does me justice. By showcasing the vastness of my knowledge. In sufficient amounts. My reflection is satisfactory. For it reflects attributes that can be accepted. In sufficient amounts.
Why did I see bears last night As I went off to bed. Not real bears I hasten to say But dream bears in my head. They didn't frolic, talk or roar, Just sat there still as stone.
Alone. Shouldn't moan. You only complain. When I'm there. So why should I care. Space. In this place. You wanted more. Room to breathe. Why should I leave. Sound. None to be found. I keep my company.
Have you ever thought that it is all a hoax. All of it. Fate. Love. Life. Death. Hope. Justice. Freedom. Destiny. Fear. Change.
"Every rose has it's thorns" just as judgement accompanies joy and love accompanies pain. Everyone has the chance to be what they want, within reason, as long as they persevere.
Today I feel just sad. Or maybe blue. But something feels just hollow. The reason is not concrete. Though I am sure that I feel this way. It hasn't crept up. Or sprang in with a surprise.
#colourchallenge #midnightblue A piece of glass, Washed up on the shore, Midnight blue in colour, Edges smooth, A piece of glass and ones story, Where did you come from. Wealth and glory.
I am the ship that sails on rough seas so smoothly cutting through each wave silently.
Dear heart of mine. Slow down for a while. We have been here before. Need I remind you we both ended on the floor. Dear heart of mine. Slow down don't whine. It looks like a dream.
The rain pours. My heart hurts once more,. A torrential downpour,. Creating puddles on the floor,. My tear cascades like the rain,. Not as heavy but with more pain,.
The rain won't stop until Christmas, The wind has changed direction, Now the downpour knocks on my window, 'Wont you come out and play?' Nothing else awaits you today.
I like to think I know it all, I like to think I'm ace, (Okay, I'm pretty awesome,) But there's still some empty space.
When the night sets in. And everything is dark. I will have a shot of Glen. And just sit in the dark. Have been out all day. With too much sun. I hear you shouting "Sun you say".
I found Tranquility, this summer past, down by the lake. She was on her way elsewhere, but then...she always is. She looked exhausted, but then...she always is.
sometimes I feel like I want to stop breathing...
Hello again, today is Monday, November 19, 2012. Today I'd like to ask the question of why. Why do we care about the things we care about.
Worthless useless good for nothing, To the table what do I actually bring.
#ColourChallenge #Gold The colour of the richest sun, Yet it cannot compare. The colour of the finest art, Yet it can't hold my stare. The colour of the gayest scene, Yet it can't take my breath.
Looking at you is not like looking at others I notice the curves and edges of your body and see what you do I observe the movements you make and watch your eyes.
Fresh; This day. Unusual; The breeze Feels sweet, Allowing Me to Breathe, Deeply. Dew drops; Slipping Away. Making Allowance For the Softness Of the Sun To shine Upon me; Carefree.
Sad feelings related. Topics rarely debated. Hearts feeling dejected. Hopeless head infected. Passion pleads for protection. The deeds to my affection. My keys to inject wisdom. With just one wish.