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I am strong because I know my weakness. I am beautiful because im aware of my flaws. I am fearless because I learnt to recognise illusion from reality. I am wise because I learn from my mistakes.
For those 14 and above... The men line up, a masquerade on their faces conceiled, The women suit up, their charms calling out to the manly need.
Do I look like a book. Can you read me like a book. Then why do you only look at my cover. Don't judge a book by its cover.
I feel like I'm expected to meet the World's expectations for everything and I just don't. I don't like playing by the rules, but that seems to make me an outcast.
Dreams can be good. Dreams can be bad. Dreams can be like nothing. You've ever had. Dreams are meant for everyone. Dreams are meant for me. Dreams can capture everything. That you will want to be.
Never had the courage to advance. Had my own little idea of romance. Didn't understand the call of being a man. Took my liberties with my gender clan. I did see a warning, on the box with flowers.
I was a melody, Flowing beautifully, peacefully , calm... I am no more a parody, Thinking as more than caught in my palm. But what am I saying.
Fly fly fly, All through my land you need to learn, To fly away. You can change, All the while you need to try, To see the truth today. You need to see the light , not pray.
When I look back on my life, I consider it something I would love to live through again, something that I wish I could restart, that is if I could restart. Change everything right from the beginning.
It doesn't matter who we are...it matters not who others see in us, how much ever they may love you or you may love them. And neither is it, who people think you are going to be.
For each foretold mystery. The card of shame I hold. Tis now I realise peace and tranquility. Is blind to those who lies are told. You are the sweetness of peace. The ever bloom of a mystic flower.
For each foretold mystery. The card of shame I hold. Tis now I realise peace and tranquility. Is blind to those who lies are told. You are the sweetness of peace. The ever bloom of a mystic flower.
For each foretold mystery. The card of shame I hold. Tis now I realise peace and tranquility. Is blind to those who lies are told. You are the sweetness of peace. The ever bloom of a mystic flower.
One day I want to wake up. Away from here. Seeing the sun rise up. And the ocean so clear. I want to feel the sand. I want to hear the silence. I want to be away in miles.
The thought of leaving this place I call home, The thought of moving, the thought of leaving everyone behind, The thought of staying, the thought of decaying in this cottage I call home, The...
The rhythmic rocking of the boat Soothed my tired mind And soon I left my troubles ashore Left all my worries behind All alone in the wild expanse That is the open sea I settled down for some quality...
Only once in your life, I truly believe, you find someone who can completely turn your world around.
Light and dark Two halves a whole I look into My deepest soul To see if I Am night or day To see if I can find my way Rebellion Catches my ire I have the urge To stoke the fire I am...
Saying goodbye. So some people are getting to a point where they're moving into the unknown. If its going from high school to college or college to university or just being let lose in the world.
I wonder if things will ever change From this state of deranged I am in When we drifted apart And created our own paths To discover ourselves And eventually engulf each other in our...
Search all you may for the light in paradise.. While all the time pretending there is a hidden prize. Run run , run all you can, Chase behind the forgotten mist behind that summer van.
Take me to my place of dreams, This land where nothing's as it seems, Where truth is mixed with fantasy, And imagination is the key, Where, in a moment, places change, And things that happen may seem...
Just something I randomly thought of :) ------- We have two eyes. Here's how this work: let's pretend to every person, the left eye is the brain and the right eye is the soul.
Part 2 I want to see I want to be. Apart from me, A entity. We feel a need, For caste and creed. To be and be, An anomaly. When light goes out, Spirits crawl. Darkness shout, Spirits dance in ball.