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You made a grave mistake, When you sold yourself so cheap. You made a silent promise. One you failed to keep. And so you made yourself, A spectacle of love.
Deep inside there's turmoil Within my beating heart With every laboured thud It's tearing me apart I feel lost amongst the waves Adrift and far from shore The cold wind battles the stormy clouds And...
The mirror spoke to me today What is it that you seek.
Why change. Why now. Why do I have to stop what I am doing, and make a difference. Is it that important. Will it damage me. Will it benefit me. Will I even notice. Why would I bother.
You were the love of my life, I no longer know you now, We had a bit of strife, That ended our sweet time, But that's okay, I don't wish you were mine.
Let the days be cold... I wouldn't mind. For in the cold you see the birth, Of a mind clear and true. Cry in your sorrow, Don't keep it in. Let it flow, Let your head spin.
It's when your faith is reinforced by others so welcoming and approving,.
Where is my happy place.
Disparity 'tween me and truth I could just blame it on my youth Or that I am misunderstood Except I won't, I think I should.
Progress is always round the corner. Change is inevitable. Life is completely unpredictable. Other than death there is few we can guarantee.
Let us condemn the bullies and Let us pity the cutters, Let us hate all our haters and Let us outcast the muggers.
This one came from looking, This one opened twice, These two seem smooth as silk, Flush against my eyes. This one needed stitches, and this one came from rings.
Every face can tell it's story, Every name it tells it's tale. Every step can tell it's journey. Every success can show it's fail. Every feeling can be shown. Every word can be expressed.
25% -- Daydreaming. 25% -- Building up courage to turn off water and step into cold air. 20% -- Turing in a circle to maintain even hot water distribution.
What will he look like. The one I'm marrying. Will he be tall. Will he be short. What color eyes will he have. How old will we be when we get married to each other. I have many questions.
I don't care for expensive things. But I'm Materialistic. I have money. But I'm not rich. I got to school. But I don't learn anything. I'm shy. But I'm talkative. I care for everyone around me.
Alone in the dark I don't have to be me, I can fly with the seagulls far out to sea, Or hunt with the eagles on mountains and moors, And lay with the driftwood on tropical shores.
I think it's funny how we always makes things easier. We chose to believe things, 'cause just finding out the truth is a process we'd like to avoid.
We all say 'Gosh, I'd love to live in the 60's.' or 'Life was so easy in 1992.' or something along those lines when we get all nostalgic. But what's so wrong with enjoying right now.
When I read other peoples opusses it makes my feel shallow because I don't think like that.
It's quite peculiar that even though I haven't met you. I think about you all the time. When I'm all by myself, which is how I spend most of my time, I wonder about you.
He reminded me of a young Kurt Cobain; reckless. Although his voice wasn't as rusty as Kurts', it was very deep because he had matured fast. In a way, he was good different.
When I was diagnosed, as having B.P.D, I didn't know if I was lost or found, or who I was meant to be.
Should I paper over cracks. Or let them open wide. Shall I bottle all my secrets. And place them to one side. Should I stay above the ground. Or welcome the abyss. Shall I aim at my life's target.