FriendsI sat on the fence one day My hands rested on my face. My head shook like an earthquake And I was lost. The clouds once grey Parted blue when you came over. Your smile is a cure to my Selfish self-pity. They say every one of those grey clouds That hung in the sky that day Had a silver lining. It's true. You are the silver lining. I was lost in the woods On a winter evening And you came to mind. You were my torch, And I found my way. This morning I woke up And I thought "why bother?" You came to mind And now I don't want to gFriends
Mixed SignalsBride, (or wedding, really), a term used for newness, almost a turn around. A cleansing of things needing swept away, and tied up tightly, put on a barge with a push as all old lonliness float away. A bond exceedingly hard. Harder than steel, stronger than life, a complete credence. Trust in someone aside from yourself. Protected from that which could hurt because love conqures all. Just you watch as it goes through, cleans and heals allMixed Signals
hurt, this is to open you so it can destroy you. Don't believe me! Do you? Well, read the first word of each line and then tell me.
Drifting ApartThere's electricity in the air,Drifting Apart
And it's not just the lightening.
Rain clings onto your hair -
Now thunder's not frightening.
We're soaked to the skin,
And it's the middle of summer.
It's the best day we've seen
And the worst I'll remember.
Did weather change our mood?
We're silently rowing.
Our friendship seems abused
Yet no one's said a thing.
I think I know what you're thinking.
That song we used to sing -
It just lost it's meaning.
Remember a year
We're off to see the wizard...
Excited
xx
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All the cool kids are reading this:
[link]
And then, they're joining this:
[link]
Be cool. Like the cool kids.
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Cruising the river Stix
I miss you.
xxx
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All the cool kids are reading this:
[link]
And then, they're joining this:
[link]
Be cool. Like the cool kids.
driving test in a few weeks, the minute i get my car one of the top things on my list is to come see you
xxxxx
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Cruising the river Stix
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Cruising the river Stix
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See enough horror and experience enough pain and you become separated from your self.
- ETY
An artist must create as often as possible. To cease this task is, to the soul of an artist, as ceasing to breathe.
- ETY
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Cruising the river Stix
How are you??
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If you like my poetic deviation into my mad, mad dreams, then check out my book of dark poetry Scars, which can be found [link]
yeah im not bad ta. your might self?
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Cruising the river Stix
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