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(Verse1) Tommorow never comes No matter how hard you wait Even after many suns It's forever a closed gate Tommorow never comes :( (verse2) If you wast your weeks away Dreaming of another...
How tall have you grown, dearest. From the distances that were borrowed, From the pride that you have swallowed. Has it been as beautiful as you have dreamt it to be.
Is it wrong to love, To be the purveyor of love, Opened and closed by love. You and me. Is it wrong to need love, To be driven by love, Held and controlled by love. To see love in everything.
It's lost in the mist Can you find it . Slowly watch it drift Do you mind it .
The stars are falling down. Right from out the sky. You laugh instead of frown. You laugh when we all cry. The planets are colliding. You love the way it sounds. It fills you up with pride.
I'm scared at the fact I might not wake up in the morning. I'm scared at the fact I might not see the beautiful sun dawning. I'm scared at the fact that I might not be able to dream anymore.
@naaviie challenge w/ Driftwood, letter, jigsaw, mirror, friction, release Float with me among the driftwood, and find sweet release.
If death could scream, Would it reflect hell. Or a heavenly dream. Maybe a supernatural spell.
Don't be fooled by its length, if is the biggest word in the dictionary. It brings so many different emotions - doubt, guilt, happiness, fear and many more to a situation.
So maybe you have wasted, The time that you have done. So baby you just fake it So whoah I guess that we're too old to die young.
Slow, we paddle through the lake. Straight to the very center of the darkest water. Where we can embrace the shadows on the surface, the eyes that look up lifeless, from our twins below.
It was a cold and dark December. From the rooftops I remember, there was snow. White snow. .I was just playing in the cold. I was off the beaten track. I was... Falling. And then.
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...
If you stare long enough at the lights they get that great photographic blur, bokeh, which always makes the scene look deeper and far more interesting than it actually is.
I'm not lost I just haven't found My place in this world, I'm not tired, I've just no drive To get out my words, I'm not torn I'm just not Completely in one piece, I'm not trash I'm just not As...
I always thought their was light in the tunnel. We've always been told there is. And for months I thought it was true. As much as I looked I could not see the source. But there it was.
There’s a picture hook on the wall in my office. The wall jutts out to assert it’s prominence. There is nothing hanging there, only potential. Wasted potential.
It's just as is, When I believe a bit... And I wait till stimulus turns me numb. All along the way, he listens to th solitary drop of that breadcrumb.
Thou shall not seek. Thou shall not find. Thou shall not speak. Thy lips I bind. Thou shall not hurt. Thou shall not feel. Thou shall not take. Thou shall not steal. Thou shall not cry.
Little Wings laid in the smelly bin with his drumstick sticking out. He wasn't too very happy All he wanted was to get on out. He was all bones, naked and tired.
I need to make my own mistakes. Need to understand the consequences of my own actions. I have my responsibilities. As you have yours.
Yesterday, I was the mist of the waterfall. Tomorrow I will be a raindrop. Racing toward my destiny. But today. I am the cloud. Floating amidst the mountain peaks. The hangman’s noose is empty.
Can you listen... To what you dont hear. Can you loose... What you hold dear. Can you take... A risky chance. Can you hold... Your perfect stance. Can you make... Amends. Can you start...
Who made this garden. I ask myself. I want it at my house. The checkout stand reminds me what I can not live without with glossy magazines on racks, seductively displayed.