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Being Monday isn't an easy task, No one likes me Everyone says that I'm the longest day of the week, I can't help it if I follow Sunday the day of over eating socialising with family and reminiscing...
Now I do, I realise too, What it means, To be with you, I love it, Just the way you sit, It is done, With so much wit. It's perfect, The simple effect, You have on, On my object.
On the train again. Alone again. The lights flicker as I stare at all these objects created by man for our comfort. Meaningless, unimportant. Just like me. As I used to be at least.
Something I wrote like a (mental note no. 2) when walking back from school. --------------------------------- Rain. The little miserable droplets. Rain only symbolises one thing to me- tears.
#love. We adapt to overcome. Overwhelmed but nothing's done. Over worked for a tiny sum. Then the weekend has been and done. When two become as one. One loves more but the another's fun.
I thought I loved him, I guess I was right. Now it's all worth it, Now that we're tight. You're such a little child, You don't know what to do. You're a tad bit hopeless, And now, I'm here to help...
I promised once, a dear friend of mine that I would love with everything I have. To pour all my heart into the person I choose to love. To sacrifice everything I can to make him happy.
I've been waiting for (waiting for). That someone right to walk right through the open door (the open door). I've been alone for so ilong. And I wish you were here. Me and these dewdrop tears.
I can only take you seriously when you actually mean it. Inserting bad words really doesn't help unless you say it to my face.
I’m crushed between your palms. My essence is that of a piece of paper creased and re-creased a thousand times during different moods. Ripped edges from the days of nervous twitches.
My life is carefully partitioned,. Boxed, labelled and sealed,. A window to my mind now gone,. Behind cardboard all concealed,. A return to work,. The end of summer,. If I wasn't so restless,.
Going too fast,. The bonds are still tight,. Clever but clueless,. Lost in the light,. Stumble in meadows,. Sing in the park,. Flicker, so hopeless,. Dance in the dark,. Voices are calling,.
My days are now full...of torturous pain. She's left me and broke me and I'm going insane. She says those three words followed by my name. I've found my true love and my heart is aflame.
This love is...
Do you ever get the feeling that you got to have it all.
Burgundy, this heart of mine, A little withered, but that's fine, It still beats at its normal pace, Although it doesn't take first place.
Caution: brutal language. My heart no longer resides. On my sleeve. You must dig deeper. And not leave. Unlike the past,. Where I'm told I was truthful. Especially to myself. I had a mouthful.
You've burned all your bridges. The old flames still burn and flickers. Footprints glow in the embers. Old wounds still scar the witness. You wait for a distant love. To bathe you in a brighter light.
A marathon later and I've not give up this chase. I'll keep on running, till I've finished this race. You may be one step in front, but I'm only one behind.
Here's the thing We started out friends It's okay 'Cause I knew it would end And now you're gone.
I skipped down the road, A small book in my hand, I will write a letter, To inform you of my plans I skipped down the road, You might say I felt great, But the truth was, I had finally...
She wasn't in love with him. She was in love with love. She was hopeless. Romantic. Whatever she wrote was about love. And when she slept. She dreamt about first dates. Kisses and dreams.
It seems a long time since I lived. I mean really lived, instead of just existing, just passing through the mindless drudgery of the daily routine. When I was younger, I was innocent, unsuspecting.
My knight In the Dazzling light, I was Right, About this Sight. Man in a Mil, Isn't it Brill, To have Him 'chill,' What a thrill.