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An aroma for Essence. Ear buds to hear a rhythm. Boxed readers to see my studies. Basal journal to protect secrets from staying home. An old cigarette case to hold my little inks.
I never thought I'd care Because I never did Not once did I think about the possibilities about anything that I did Or that you did And if I'm truthful with myself I know that I'm still not...
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.
I haven't even gotten on Opuss in a shamefully long time. The truth is I've been completely dry of inspiration.
How many doors have been opened for you. How many roads do you see before you. What’s in a message if it’s not what you will read. How can you live in a world when you’ve got no air to breathe.
She comes from everywhere and nowhere, A wandering nomad in her own right. Something about her just makes people stare She presents quite a peculiar sight.
Here I am, under the tree, Not entirely sure if I'm free, Wondering when ol' fatty will come, Waiting to see if he'll bring joy and fun.
When it was warm I'd want to be with you, Every morning fear would struggle with the hope. Now I'm cold I crouch above the fire, Always in my mind the thought would be awoken.
Travelling through my head Zoom. I think about everything in bed Was I mean today, is that what I said. Why is it actually called lead. Why does kids call teddy bears ted.
Do you know the shade between wrong and right Do you cleanse your soul at least once a night Do you see the beauty that lives within Do you know a heart that is free from sin Do you live a lifetime...
My cat is pretty feisty, And I'm tripping up a lot, Now my arms are getting colder, And all this, that and whatnot.
Inspired by a song called "Hurt" by Johnny Cash & originally by Nine Inch Nails ;-) You can't take away my pain You can shift the weight of blame But I'll still take with me all the hurt And leave...
I'm standing, tall, I'm ready to fall, I know no one can catch me if I do it all. I'm bathing in light, Overwhelmed by the sight, My heart, bobbing along in a river of night.
Sometimes I see your smile... And it reminds me of when we...
I had forgotten how ungodly this hour seems when you're all alone and the sky is the colour of your aunts stress-grey hair.
Title help please?. Where shall this road go. Does anyone know. Or are we just going with the flow.
What makes me, me. 1: MORNINGS I wake up every morning, Turn on my bedside light, Just to keep my eyelids up, It takes an immense fight.
Who am I.
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...
There's a cog in my heart, Because without it I don't work, I imagine it shining copper, Amongst my body's murk.
Earth doesn't come alone, now does it. Present perfect tense. So you made yourself a new world where even strangers make more sense. I pay the pain up right straight ahead & with the beat.