What Is There To Say?
What is there to say, When you have so much emotion for that one thing. What is there o say, When you can't find the words to did robe your feelings.
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What is there to say, When you have so much emotion for that one thing. What is there o say, When you can't find the words to did robe your feelings.
Gathering on my face as I weep, pooling by my iris one more droplet and a tsunami occurs, I have lost it without a single word I weep, as the water droplets flow to my sheets, I look out the window...
You've left the World in Ashes and Ruins..
I ain't no perfect person I've made tons of mistakes You do a recap of my life It all seems out of place Went from suicide to thoughts of homicide The devil lives in my head It's how I operate...
(For the weapons of our warfare are not carnal, but mighty through God to the pulling down of strong holds;) 5 Casting down imaginations, and every high thing that exalteth itself against the...
It was a windy and snowy day, filled with the laughter of a dozen little children frolicking around the grounds of the apartment complex, throwing snowballs and building snow forts.
Her heart is played like well worn strings in her eyes the sadness sings; of one who was destined for better things -Lang Leav.
At night, I lie awake and stare at my ceiling,. I get up from my bed and walk to my window,. I look out and ponder,. I wonder what my life would be without you,. maybe I might be in distress,.
Wing howling Snow swirling Trees thrashing Skys darkening There's a blizzard on it's way Right now it's only flurries But outside it's really gray Get inside; I have worries White falling Green...
I wished to be a bird, So I can fly and travel. I wished to be a stone, To be hardcore and numb from all the pain. I wished to be a pen, So I am free to write whatever the fuck I want.
Softly, he whispered into my ear, Sweet words I've longed to hear. Gently, he caressed my face. His hands were tender, Moving with grace. He held me tight As we lay, awake.
I'm not going to miss Christmas, Because I have before. Just like innkeeper missed, The miracle right outside his door..
Hate is an obsession Full of redemption It's probably something The world won't be needing But I think we all know That it's what everyone stows Deep inside their hearts Where everything's...
An adventure is what you make of it The longest road is shortest When you don't want it to end A package is what you think of it A package full of pies can get heavy But you can always eat the pies.
I am working on something, so I turned to reading my favorite poet--Ella Wheeler Wilcox--for inspiration.
Bent double, like old beggars under sacks, Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge, Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs And towards our distant rest began to trudge.
If I had just looked away, That night you came towards me, Everything would be diffrent, my heart would still be free.
At the bottom of the cliff, A bloody body is found, Where a poor young girl now lay, Where Alex hit the ground. She was such a lovely girl, But her heart as black as coal.
Look into the mirror,. Your a good lad,. Whatever people say,. You don't look bad,. If they say your not pretty,. Let them think that term,. You know that's not true,. And that they are a nasty germ,.
Wake me up. Kiss me. A lot. Go back to sleep. If you wake up again. Wake me up, also. Kiss me more. A lot more. Then, go back to sleep. If you can't sleep, Make sure I stay awake too. Kiss me. More.
Earth is important, Earth means everything to us. When we step on ground, When we breath in air, It's there, Earth's there.
I hate this but... Bleh. It needed somewhere to go. It's not really meant to make sense, but maybe it does make a little sense. Yeah, I'm sorry.
Why does the night stand for hell and evil and day stand for heaven and good. I think it should be just to opposite. The moon is a cool, calm piece of our home that drifts across our sky.
Broken, bleeding, spent, bent old men, twist tales and Build a city of lies upon a bed of nails, somewhere they Make the young believe that life is good, and kind yet, Really we're just waiting for...