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sunsets and lullabiesclimb on over and we'll sit awhile watching the sun create shades of yellow to gold and purple to crimson blue until all we can see is our shadowssunsets and lullabies
i'll sit here and write out my memories wondering if you'll ever read them i know you remember you just lack the words to sing
one day we'll lie in the fields of grass and sod just to search for a shooting star you've seen a million; but i've only seen you
i can count all the letters in my name and the numbers on your license plate but transportation is never the
hiroshima. history. lesson.It was always simple To sit and hidehiroshima. history. lesson.
I'd call your name Just to see If you'd turn around
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sometimes I whisper so no one can hear
but when I yell all I hear is silence and crickets maybe even a pencil drop but never even a grunt mumble or sneeze
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I'm afraid to step up And tell you everything
I wonder if you look out the window And think about poinsettias The way I do
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sometimes i si
a clairvoyant memory.I walked through the porch door let it creak open and slam shut Grasping the door by its brass knob it squeaked as it turned and I let myself in For a moment I looked around trying to remember that feeling of entering this homea clairvoyant memory.
for the first time.
I spotted the bent sunglasses reflecting my face
all the way from the shelf just above the fireplace where the stockings are hung each year.
I heard a snug snore
and turned to a brown and black dog taking a nap beside the couch I took three steps forward and heard anoth
the same as it never was.Don't step too close Don't fall back Stay in this moment And if you blink Even for a second Everything will slip And disappear Into the murkiestthe same as it never was.
Of airs
So don't forget about the boy on the bus The one who smiled as you entered And offered to stand If there were no seats left
And remember that story about the husband and wife Who fought for hours on ends Only to realize that They were madly in love With what they argued most about
Don't fall back Don't jump too quickly And for once in your l
Nightwings Night wings fly as time starts to die. Illuminated by stars who's light is everlasting. Souls of the departed wondering where they are. &nbsNightwings
MemoriesRainy days Watching the world through windows Sitting on rooftops, Spilling our hearts out. Rocking out, To the beats we make. Looking up at the moon That seems so close, Yet millions of miles out of reach. Laughing until our lungs hurt And our eyes water. Laying in the grass, Enjoying the moment.Memories
Jumping so high on the trampoline, As if all the worries would be stomped on as we land back down. Pretending to battle nights At the fair. Searching for shooting stars In the clear sky. Making breakfast, To the sound
Your EyesPiercing emerald eyes Vibrant, alive... Gentle Loving, caring... Devoted Soothing, passionate... PlayfulYour Eyes
Turned to gray... Slipping away from me Slipping, dying... Empty Loveless, indifferent... Lost Devoid, lustless... Gone
Wasting farther Black and hollow Depressed, dead... Guilty Shadows, uncaring... Goodbye Fallen, darkness... Missing
Everything you were Your eyes showed it all Everything you felt Your eyes dripped every emotion Your beautiful emerald eyes &n
WavesI walk to the beach And I sit on the shoreWaves
The waves kiss my feet But still I hear the war
I can still feel your skin But just out of my reach And all I have the strength to do Is cry, on my desolate beach
I sift through the sand My hair ruffles in the breeze And the sound of dying Echoes across the seas
May
Optimism
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Avvie by me, Myth
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"And so the lion fell in love with the lamb"
"What a stupid lamb"
"What a sick masochistic lion"
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Eagles can soar, but weasels don't get caught in jet engines.
Everytime you click this [link] and angel gets it's wings...taken away >_<
my lappytop is arguing with mee.
What are you looking for?
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Eagles can soar, but weasels don't get caught in jet engines.
Everytime you click this [link] and angel gets it's wings...taken away >_<
or music.
or the ocean. okk here's my list.
theater.
music.
ocean.
writing.
in that order...i thinkk--cause that and friends is basically my lifee
send you a note w/some links...
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Eagles can soar, but weasels don't get caught in jet engines.
Everytime you click this [link] and angel gets it's wings...taken away >_<
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