My Love
In the morning when I open my eyes, it's you I want to see. At night before I fall asleep it's you I want next to me.
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In the morning when I open my eyes, it's you I want to see. At night before I fall asleep it's you I want next to me.
Hold your head up high and know that you are you The mistakes in life we make Are what we all go through Hold your head up high And look toward tomorrow Look forward to a brighter day And let go of...
The suns gone down, No need to fear; Turn off the lights, For disco fever is here. Cheap disco ball, And bubble machine; Bad Bose speakers, And two kids that are keen.
Okay so i just got a new puppy named Delilah. She's a gray dapple horse of a miniature size. Blue eyes shine with a curious light. But no horse she is with her tail a wag.
The debate rages on, far too deep to perceive, arguing with my friend, on how she fills his need.
Don't you wish You had a life like paradise. Every time You dream just twice The sun is perfect The sand is soft Maybe you want the perfect loft.
You can't see it But... You can feel it A dark, luminous shape You eyes can't make out Lunge for it Nothing is there Was it a game. A trick of the mind.
A lions pride. Is as strong as a bright blue sky. With no fears. Or doubts. They go straight ahead. "Into the fire!" They said. With manes as loud as the sun. With a face as passionate as one.
It's under control, we got this life, no need for God to provide any advice.
Bitter, caustic ice, The fear of filth perceived; Shudder, I'll pay any price To of this be bereaved..
I spend hours drawing your face I'll use detail at a slow pace The picture will show the true you Kind and beautiful because that's what you do.
We were married in the spring of 1952, we were called the perfect couple, the inseparable two.
I slide on my shoes And pull up my hair. I pull on my dress Acting like I don't care.
A dark lonely room, emptiness left by sin, when will I be forgiven, when will my rebirth begin. Can I ever be clean, what can make it right. Will I ever be forgiven, in their condescending sight?.
Lost in a field of grass, winds move me as I go, memories of my past, sad emotions begin to flow.
Every morning around 2:00 am, my closet door opens wide, messages from the man inside, of occurrences on the other side.
Forget talking, where are the tunes. Getting an app to fly air balloons. Becoming addicted, can't put it down, The internet signal makes me frown.
Notions of commercialized demonic devotions- I swear I see the world sober,in pixelated slow motion - Forever stuck within and on, forth style prisons either being of salvation or damnation - Allow...
Inky It is not possible We will ever de-part, As forever and ever You will be in my heart, We we have always loved you And we always will, We will never forget you Having fun on a hill.
I go outside and take my pants off. I do it then, just for a good laugh. I run around, and go without a care. One thing I say, that its rude to stare. You think it's strange, to see a nude man.
She paints a perfect picture But here's the shocking twist The paintbrush is a razor and the canvas is her wrist.
Here I am This is me And I am stronger Then you ever thought I would be....
Decided in style with defiance the card played wild Sick senile useless thoughts chirp like wayward crickets Upon tar pits of redundant rhetorics' Bout to snap , sick of this ,...
Moving between sparks of light and shadows of a curtain's fold, my death and rebirth, the shaman thus foretold. Her face I have seen before, almost as if I knew what fate was in store.