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Darling don't change, But darling never stay the same. You are perfect the way you are. You are perfect the way you say my name. Darling don't leave. Darling I wouldn't know how to go on.
© ZuperZed I bet you did not know this so listen closely now. You can remove unwanted comments and I will show you how. Just hold a finger on the comment you wish to delete.
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.
© ZuperZed I will tell you now a story, about this little boy. Age of eleven, sleeping with his favourite toy. Cold winter night, he had the sweetest dream. Image fades away, interrupted by a scream.
Some days are Blue you're down and out Nothing is worth smiling about Some days are Red you're ready to shout All of your anger needing to spout Some days are Grey you're clouded by haze Not...
Dashing to the Underground Rain so hard I kick it Skid into the platform top Fumble with my ticket. Slam.
You're still sleeping when I'm up in the morning. And I'm long gone without word or warning. When I call for you late in the evening. You're in bed, pretending you're reading. Let's go to the ocean.
An apple a day keeps the doctor away... An opuss a day keeps you happy and gay!.
I dreamt that time went astray, And gave me an extra day, What a curse of a gift, What a treasure to befit, How days pass un-wanted, Oh how I was daunted, Such plans came to fruit, As time stood so...
Wibblewoo, wibblewoo, Always the wibblewoo Wibblywoo, awibblewoo, Awibblewoo, woo..
Sleep tight little angel, you fought for so long, you braved life as you could and your memories will live on.
These girls run around in crop tops and booty shorts. That's just not me. These girls try their hardest to get with the boys best at sports. That's just not me.
© ZuperZed Tears running down my cheek, sometimes lasts for a week. Bad thoughts on my mind, no place to hide. Don't know what to do, I'm breaking inside. Sometimes I'm angry, mostly just sad.
So it began like that,. A mouse and a cat,. No don't be dumb,. It was a finger and thumb,. Right c'mon now your just being silly, writing such nonsense on the train to Piccadilly,.
I cannot ease your aching heart, Nor take your pain away; But let me stay and take your hand And walk with you today.
I like it a lot, the way you say my name The sound from your lips makes the butterflies go insane I like it when you hold my hand It brings me to my knees, the feeling I can't stand I like the way...
I can be a secret, Ready to blow, I can be a friend, I can be a foe, I can't be a wish... Or not for long... I can be passion, Or put in a song... What am I ??.
I take your hand,. And lead you there,. Atop many a golden stair,. I touch your wrist,. And find the path twist,. Over mountain-tops bare,. I push you gently,. To a cave we take entry,.
Peek through the keyhole, All made of glass, Sunlight shines through the dust, Such stuff from the past, How many secrets are left untold, Up here in this place all dirty and old..
It stands on a hill, lonely and cautious of the wind as it slowly but firmly pushes back the branches of the willow tree. It stands it's ground, roots deeply embedded.
Life may be good Life may be bad Let go of those memories That you never had. Fight through the wind Fight through the rain Grab your sword And fight through the pain.
After your love had passed away, you couldn't stand living a day,. Though everyone was there for you, there was nothing I could do,.
Come with me.
To the battle feild Im walking with fear. Will I be taking down those I hold dear. Light shines down on this goddess of right. Stood in armour shes ready for the fight.