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I had to go home. To Tiffany's home at least. I'd only showered in the hospital showers for two weeks and they weren't quite enough. I needed to get some more clothes and I needed to eat.
You were my first word I was your last word You were the first man I loved I was the last girl you loved You were there when I was born I was there when you passed You were the first one to hold...
Lost in a world, that scares me to death. Lost in a crowd, I'm losing my breath. Lost as a kid, lost as an adult. I feel everything is falling apart and it's my fault.
I get scared a lot. I do fear a lot. I fear, it's a prison. I fear your rejection. I fear, that I will fail, but with you I can't fail. I fear love the most, but I know you love me most.
Never have I been happier, Than when I am with you. Never have I been angrier, Than when we argue 'til we're blue. But despite this I know, I feel no greater love.
Been reading through some old letters etc me n mrs sent each other at various times. This one was when I had to go America for an op: (warning - cheeeeese.
Steephill is the way we climb, higher and higher in love we climb. I'm a fool for you, you're a fool for me. I give my love to you. You love me. We will be lovers last, like we were lovers first.
I don't know how to feel anymore. I don't even think you'd recognise me anymore. I've changed because I am not human. I'm not happy I'm not sad. I feel content in the melancholy.
Warmth graces my stomach. I love the way it feels. It comes from out of nowhere. Negative vibes it kills. So sudden and so great. Please don't leave as quickly. These moments I long for.
It's the same thing , but with a small 'd', becuase it is what you deduce, when desires are met. Unmanifest desires of inhuman belief set while slowly the fires of your soul are wet.
We don't realise what we have until it's gone. So live, laugh and love, Don't be afraid to show who you are, Your true colours are perfect, do not hide them.
We don't realise what we have until it's gone. So live, laugh and love, Don't be afraid to show who you are, Your true colours are perfect, do not hide them.
She looked like a butterfly. I waited for her to flutter by. And fly away into the distance. But the only thing distant. Was the miles between us. But miles turn to smiles. When your madly in love.
Life is full of colours, even colours that you cant see,. Life is full of times when you try to know who you wanna be,. Life is full of brightnss and those times when things get dull,.
I've decided to write a few lyrics for a song :O "In Our Minds" - By Me The day slowly closes to a fall, I am lost but I don't care about it at all When I'm found you will be there by me 'cause...
I've always wanted to be somebody, to be somebody special, to be somebody you will notice, to be somebody you could love.
It took this long but, I have finally really realised where I stand - just a friend. Maybe I realised this from the start, but I just didn't want to admit it to myself.
He stored his pain, Bottled his anger, Hid any happiness, Denied suffering, And saved it for the right time. Explosions of emotion, Released through poems, To a welcoming audience. This is his story.
No mater how much I thought I could prepare myself, I was wrong. The prospect of my mother actually dying had taken on a whole new perspective. The doctors told us she had three months to live.
The loss of loved one. A friend, partner, husband or wife. Acts as an exclamation mark. To the value of love and life. A chance to re asses. All we cherish and hold dear.
A boy with spirit A boy with haste A boy with a beautiful smile On his freckley face One day happy, one day sad One day thoughtful, another day mad A boy with mixed emotions Often misunderstood A...
There's a bottle full of tears in her dresser drawer. There's a lifetime of regrets knocking at her door. There's a glimmer of hope she chooses to ignore.
A few days I was gone from here, And each second I lived in fear. Not that I wouldn't be able to help, No but that I wouldn't be able to try. Still I'm back, For as short as it is.
It isn't easy being me As hard as that is for you to believe it to be I've got snakes and backstabbers following me around Fights and haters always coming around Jealousy and hating becomes a...