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The girl had blond, almost white hair, and lovely hands. That was all I could describe of her, since that was the two things that made a person see her.
Bad Monkey don't eat tayto He love blue blooded steak He don't like goldfish either He'd rather shark, bread baked Bad Monkey don't drink coco He shoot only Snow Queen He chase it down with strong,...
Having cleared away the rain London's sunny once again Let's have strawberries, lemonade Till the daylight starts to fade Then move on to evening's laughter Southeast city tropicana Having cleared...
It's not what you want, No matter how I feel, But then again, I think, It isn't ever real, So again I drag you in, Pulled to a lucid dream, For things you won't remember, A day out on the...
So sure, this young girl, so certain of herself, Shielded, not guarded, Stoic and uncompromising in her kindness, An inner beauty So fleetingly glimpsed by so very few.
Dog in a cage Bread in a basket Flowers in a vase Body in the casket..
In the midst of a whispered daydream, do you ever think of the sky. Or being deep under the ocean, as colours assault your eyes.
My Heart is screaming, i'm about to bust loose. Bottled up emotion, it's more than a notion..
Hello Pandora. You've taken everything from me. Stripped away my hope and laughter, the joy and the smiles. Love and compassion. I'm left with the ilk of despair.
I want...what do I want. Evil rhetoricals. I want strong arms around me, take away the pain. What a beautiful present, To find half my friends hate me, Guess I'll just have to start again.
Saphros mountain. Twisted faeries. Clouds that obscure are always painted.
A shaft of light sweeps through the gap, Leaps past the hinge in the door, Drenches the floor, the mess and the air, In a beam of brilliant white.
Her hearts as cold as ice, numb inside. You can see right through, to the other side . Frozen water, consumes her soul. Surely feelings cannot flow. This is the tale so often told.
My..... Voice.... It has left me...... Why now. Why does it leave when i finally realize: I know what I feel towards you and I will tell you, no matter how scared I am... But why voice?.....
Why do I stay away from you. Why do I hesitate to even go near you. Why.... Why do I fear talking to you. I feel so shy when I am even near you. I am like a lost bird...
Wouldn't they be surprised. WELL.... Wouldn't they. They have no idea what happened And would they believe. Would they. Most likely not. You aren't that "Type" At least...
It's like...
It makes me so happy, sir, to sit and listen to the few words you've said to me. My heart skips a beat and my soul sings as each syllable caresses me like a lovers hand.
Bent over the back of a Japanese seat pose complete with coloured beads threads of sweat about her neck locks parted to one side Her eyes adjust to focus on some point off camera world, time...
The only time I sit down on my knees for another girl, is when I tie my daughter's shoes!:).
Why do I bother to dress up nice, when I know I will only get fashion advise. Why do I bother to style my hair, it looks so lifeless, black and bare.
That feeling that you're broken. That the cut will never heal. That feeling that you're over. That the pain is just too real. That feeling that you're lost. That the world has stopped.
Teardrops oh so silent, Fall down her pale cheek. Her eyes are red from weeping, her souls is broken and her heart has hardened. Why was no one there for her. Thinks She.
Dust is rising with the incoming tide. Exiting the ride with floss in tact. Arm around porcelain shoulders. The depth of eyes, swimming in pupils..