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The sun and moon are two things unlike One lights the sky and shines so bright The other glows, its the highlight of the night If we were to take just one away, In the morning or night what would we...
Jealousy consumes me. Every time I think about you, See you, Hear you. You. Me. Compared over and over and over, seemingly unfair. Deep down I know it's ridiculous, to feel this way.
When we're little we would race across the yard When we were little we could have no cares in our mind When we were little stress wasn't a problem When we were little we could go up to someone and we...
i don't know anything anymore... well, except for the fact that I love you... i don't know if i can do this anymore.
Did you forget. Did you forget gluing your eyes to me. Did you forget holding my hand. Did you forget sitting close enough to breath my air, Or to feel my heartbeat.
I wasn't ready for that. I was, of course, eager... But not ready. I've got to admit, I do like you... maybe even... love...you... But I had no idea you felt similarly....
Warm, quiet mornings. Beneath warm, fuzzy blankets. The house gently breathing. Cars humming by on the street below. Sunlight peering in the corners of the blinds. Geese singing. Tap dripping.
Little things keep me happy. Like toast in the morning. Like horses in meadows. Like the breeze in your hair. I have small ambitions. To write a good story. Come home in the evening.
The poetry of Jim Is very slim Sometimes it rhymes And sometimes it doesn't.
Her history was a blank, She never told her love, But let concealment, like a bird with it's worm Feed on her damask cheek.
If I walk the distance, I'm ready for my feet to hurt. Get to that hight and stay flying that sky for my pleasure.
Heaven has no Rage, like Love to Hatred turned, Nor Hell a Fury, like a Woman scorned. ~William Congreve.
Someday I will find my way back to where your name is written in the sand..
A sunset A wish A soft touch A kiss....
The coyotes I can hear from my bedroom Remind me that civilization is an illusion And that the wilderness is ever present..
Smile, though your heart is aching. Smile, even though it’s breaking. When there are clouds in the sky you’ll get by. If you smile through your fear and sorrow. Smile and maybe tomorrow.
Sentada en la repisa del ventanal estaba ella tocando la armónica. Sentada, viendo a los coches pasar y tocando la armónica. Sentado en el asiento del bus la vi tocar la armónica.
And it's evening in a moment....
There is a willow grows aslant a brook, That shows his hoar leaves in the glassy stream; There with fantastic garlands did she come Of crow-flowers, nettles, daisies, and long purples That liberal...
Warped. Warped. Warped. Warped. Warped..
There's something comforting, About the stillness In the early hours of the morning, When the nearby world is asleep, And I amble about Undisturbed..
A legacy to mark my expiration, a concession, A gift, the clay I mold bears no resemblance, Why. You ask, forgetting nature, God, A change; not to be feared, released from fleshly bonds; born anew.
We faintly hear, we dimly see In differing phrase we pray But dim or clear, we own in Him The life, the truth, the way ~John Greenleaf Whittier.
Through waters deep and Mountains steep, We journey by sun bright or the dark of night, We see forests pass, and the path vanish fast, Our feet do not tire, we have no need of a fire.