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the more i seeTake a look at me and tell me how you feel;
For love greater then the sun;
should take more time to steal;
But, heavy heart leads the way;
For me to wait and hear you say;
"I'm sorry for the things I've spoke;
For your heart deserves the most;
But, I love you more then I will ever show;
I just wanted you to know".
Cinderella--after happily everCarla says:
Allready two days after the wedding Cinderella was annoyed. Arthur (i dunno how the prince was called ) just didn't agree on anything with her. She wanted to castle to be pink but he wanted it blue. He acted like a jerk but she loved him so she gave in. But now it's been over a year and she just couldn't deal with him anymore. After the birth of their daughter Angela he had started drinking.
The stress of having a baby in their house was just too much for him. She understood why he drank and was ok with it in the beginning but then he started beating her whenever he had drunk too much.
she sat up every night and cryed until he came in the room
"whats wrong you stupid hoe?" he would yell as he walked into the *royal john* he take a leak
"nothing.. where have you been. its 3 in the morning and Angela has been crying all night?"
Since the wedding Prince Charming had gained about 50 pounds was was starting to form a beer belly and he just didnt s
The Orange LullabyShe walked down Main Street, trying to hitch a ride with anyone who would take a sixteen-year old girl, sopping wet in the rain. But why wouldn't they? What an intriguing person she was. Short hair and as orange as could be. She'd make a great model. Well at least for a 'Kool Aid' commercial.
She wandered up and down the road, thumb up as far as it would stretch with her smile as big as she could get it. Maybe if they thought she was happy, shed look less threatening. As cars drove by and hit the puddles, water would fly from under the tires and splash her. It was almost becoming unbearable. This life style was not something she had wanted, but more or less received like some sort of gift from Satan, burning and keeping in its true wickedness until the right moment. Lights and noise were all that she could concentrate on. Everything else seemed non-existent.
Losing a loved one is hard enough,
backwash+Your just cutting the strings that hold me high,
and laughing while I fall,
Your just kicking me on the ground,
and watching as I crawl.
I cryed myself to sleep last night and though to take my life,
But I tought you would like that to damn much,
I think you would even get the knife.
So hears a owed to you my "friend" for being oh so true,
just remember what you do to others
...they shall do to you.
do u ever feelDo you ever feel like there is something missing?
A key element that makes your life worth living,
You ask yourself all these questions,
Like why cant I be like them?
You're a plant that's been cut at the stem.
A different breed,
A different type,
A specail heart that gives you all that might,
You think about the things you want,
You dream about that all day,
You just want someone to love and thats ok.
You used to be so full of hope,
But now that hope is almost dead,
If only you could use all that anger,
To help your self instead.
You want to be wanted,
You'd love to be loved,
But somehow that just doesnt seem to ever come
My songYou opened my soul and touched my heart,
didnt take long for me to fall back apart,
tourcherd by life and my very own soul,
cant understand why I fell in your hole,
your hole filled with happieness, greatness and joy,
it was all fake and im left here destroyed,
Ill try my best to get back on my feet,
can't promase much but i will not be beat,
loved and then lost and now its all gone,
just toke my heart and tore it apart,
I'll be just fine you just wait here and see,
may not seem like it now but i will be,
love lasts forever or so ive been told,
my hope went from smaller to bigger to bold.
What I MeenGrasping for happiness,
Searching for the light,
for my anger I must fight,
Fight off everything that sad, horrible and unseen,
Fight off everyone that doesn't understand what i mean,
Im not alone in this world,
There are people i know that care,
So im taking every last ounce,
To stay here and bare.
Taken by By DarknessLight can not be taken by darkness,
That could not happen on a day like this,
Britness is the cure for the dose that you missed,
My world is broken but some how I still shine,
the hate is gone and now you can be mine,
Days like this do not come offten,
so this is a specail time,
for all the people just like me,
it is now your time to shine.
Instrumental nothingnessCapitalizing on the fears you hold inside so close
The ones you try to hide and run away from the most
From fake façades to false fronts the walls built so high
The entire world sees teary waters collect in reddish eyes
A sleeve is often meant to cover certain tender flesh
Yet this is where passions lay displayed for all the rest
It should be effortless to control a part of you
But why is it so difficult when emotions go askew
I know logic is folly and that I am no machine
So how does one control a fiery love lined passions unseen
Return of the Big IdeaThis is an age without big ideas
No absolutes and thus no fears
Nothing now 'to live or die for'
We supposedly believe no more
Yet in this age when we disagree
We tend at first
To assume the worst
And howl at each other's hypocrisy
And when we claim that we are right
Convinces much less
That disagreement need not hate incite
The road to hell is paved with good intentions
When good will arises this gets the mentions
And sincere beliefs are labelled as hatred
Despite any attempt at being good-natured
Can anything now be said without passion
And silencing a chance at open discussion?
In speaking of 'freedom of speech' and 'rights'
We believe so much it causes fights
KrutostLidé o mně povídají
že jsem krutá, zlostná žena.
Přála bych jim mnou se stát.
Pro lidi, co zklamali se,
zahořklost je přirozená.
Poznali jsme mnoho zrad.
Nestojím o vaše tváře,
pokrytectví, krutý chlad.
Nechte si své komentáře.
Nechte svùj jed odkapat.
Přátelství je velmi krásné.
Musíme si pomáhat.
Nenechat tě padnout na dno.
A pak těm, co ubližují
před věrností přednost dát.
Vždyť jsi to už věděl dávno.
Sázím růže do popela,
jen ať si v něm vykvetou.
Když jim půda nestačila,
tohle je mou odvetou!
Na tvé zradě, milovaný,
těžko můžu něco změnit.
Nedal by sis šálek čaje?
Insider.thirst quenching lemonade on a long day
leaves one lonely thought gone astray
burnd by the autumn, fall of the tree
it slums along slowly, burdened by grief.
passing from stranger to stranger it flies
brightly a kite rips right through the skies
and tangles the wire with it along
the little child staggers, tries to hold on.
no snowman is lost, no workman is spared
it catches you swiftly and unprepared
don't worry the feeling of freezing will pass
don't worry, you know this insider won't last.
In times of dark and despair,
In times of test and trouble,
I refuse to be in this bloody rubble.
I have much at stake,
that is up to take,
and slide in the Devil's wake.
For my friends sake,
I will fight on.
Because he is worthy of this par take,
above my grave, the bloody lake.
Heart of the Woman IIHeart of the Woman
What will glow like fire every night?
What will shine like the stars?
What will glimmer so brightly
That one will see it from afar?
What will have value more than precious stones,
More than silver and gold?
What has a price so dear when bought
But never should be sold?
Men, if you don't know, then ask your wives; if they don't know, then ask Puabi.
The Great Blindness
We are thrown into this world
having never seen the dawn,
into chaos we are hurled.
I don’t know what’s going on.
These are faces with no names
now they’re here and next they’re gone.
There’s no time for funny games,
I don’t know what’s going on.
Give me info, give me scope,
give me prayer, give me hope.
Give me beers, give me cars,
Give me blood, give me scars.
Mind in Madnesscan you see what coils inside?
behind these sleepless, weary eyes?
a chaos, i cannot abide
yet within my thoughts it lies.
A drum beat or a lambent cord
pulsing deep inside my skull
i pray my sense to be restored
yet the drum beats never dull
Swirling, like a vortex storm
ceasing not, its twisting ways
again i pray, for lucid form
and wait for brighter days
such a mind, in madness caught
beseeching, clarity to come
yet all my prayers i know are naught
this inner tumult leaves me numb
A Week Of KissesA Week Of Kisses
The first day I told you I loved you,
I imagined kissing your shoulder,
Well before I thought about your lips.
Because I don’t know what I am doing, firstly,
But more importantly,
It’s because I know things can spiral quickly,
If things start shifting
After we lay down the concrete.
So I kiss the foundation,
Before we reach the soil.
The second day I told you I loved you,
I imagined kissing your elbow,
Because it holds together the touch
And the flex.
To exhibit it,
I must kiss the joint that bends
And combines us together.
The third day I told you I loved you,
I lay my lips to your temples,
As I learned about the temple of reform,
For the Youth in North America.
Kissing you there signifying I will protect you,
As well as your temple,
As we re-form, into something more.
The fourth day I told you I loved you,
I’d kiss you softly on your forehead.
Because that’s what holds your brillian
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