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I read all their stories and sang their lullabies, hush little babies don't say a word. I tucked mrs in and gave her a hug. Then I sat on my own. Played poker a bit, but drank too much wine.
Oh no my rank has got worse. Who cares, I'm here for the verse.
Hannah - these are things to keep you smiling. Family. Chris Bear. Trilby Dog. Ladybirds. Pancakes. Cupcakes. Sponge cake. Chocolate cake. Pretty much all cake. Noel fielding's comedy.
When I was younger I used to practice love a lot. In each and every way. I turned it inside out, outside in and investigated every inch of it, each and every day. I loved love and I still do.
I think you should know, that no matter who you are, where you are or what you are.
Scientists say that we hate Because other people reflect us.
If I look after you. In time will you help me too. Will you be well prepared. In knowledge to share. To lean on and guide. To wipe tears from eyes. Spare me a little time. Tell me I'm doing fine.
Who defines 'pretty'. Who defines 'good'. Who decides what we shouldn't, Who decides what we should. Who can tell me 'no'. Who can tell me 'yes'.
But im afraid. Its too late. Ground falls from underneath. There isn't much to feel. Doubt in me rules me. Tries to make me urge me. Urge me to choose weakness over strength.
I. Instantly, I. Carefully, I. Place words, I. Pussy foot around herds, I. Summon dark friends, I. Love the game that never ends, I. Challenge the weakened souls, I.
....Amazing. Isn't it sad that when we reflect upon ourselves we critisise with such a low blow. You are all amazing to me and i'm going to let you all know.
I turn round and there it is. Your gaze finding mine. I never realised I was so interesting, But here you give me a sign. I never knew that you watched me, Perhaps if I really did.
What have you become.
"I hate you for breaking, Such a beautiful heart. He gave you his all, And you tore him apart. "You broke him to pieces, And for what gain. You know that now, He will never be the same.
When I look into the mirror I'm surprised to see, a reflection of somebody who thinks he is me. I stare into his eyes. He doesn't look away. He gazes back at me, not knowing what to say.
Fool me once shame on you. Time for a new door to go through. Fool me twice shame on me. Some things were never meant to be and I won't let that be.
I'm sorry, Forget the Shame on You, What about the Shame on Me.
Poetry to me Is a gift we all possess Poetry to me Is not which ones the best Poetry to me Is about making me feel Poetry to me Is living scenes as...
The snow blew into her face, making her lips turn blue and her tear streaked cheeks a bright pink.
The lights slipping through the half closed blinds illuminated my body, playing over my skin in an almost sensual way. Not to me obviously, but I would like to think that it would be to someone else.
Good or bad. Happy or sad. I can't tell have I gone mad.
I have to Laugh Or I'd cry. Everyone Sipping up Your Lie. That's What You Get. For Believing Any of It. I just find It funny You See. How People Can really Be. I have to LaughOr I'd cry.
..when there is one person that you cannot get out of your head. ..when that person was the one person to make you feel like you're the reason for everything.
Pain and sorrow, why do these feelings have to exist. What does life gain by making me feel hollow.