Psstt.
long live no one.
ass fuck everyone.
"live" your life,
like,
your on steroids
& drugs.
trust me,
it will make it that much better.
because.
NEWS FLASH EVERYONE
LIFE SUCKS!
have a good night.!
.period.
Sunday, March 25, 2007
Can you tell me?
Can you tell me?
What am I to do?
With a half torn heart.
An empty soul.
The loneliness, what always gets the best of me.
People with their broken promises,
and,
a decision based on wit not will.
What am I to do?
With a half torn heart.
An empty soul.
The loneliness, what always gets the best of me.
People with their broken promises,
and,
a decision based on wit not will.
A basic path with a needle.
A basic path with a needle.
Ever here that,
"It's like finding a needle in a haystack."?
Well kids, let me tell you.
It's true.
How about?
"In life you never know what path to go down.
Which one is the right one?".
I'm here to tell you.
There is no "right one,"
and there is no "wrong one,".
They both have their pros and cons.
That needle, and that path.
Reflect a bit of life.
Finding a person,
to give your trust to is outrageously insane.
Finding a man or woman to spend the rest of your life with,
is one of the harder things in life.
Deciphering to stay or leave,
is just... PLAIN AND SIMPLY PUT.
stupid.
For the roads while have bumps,
and the needle still has a point.
Ever here that,
"It's like finding a needle in a haystack."?
Well kids, let me tell you.
It's true.
How about?
"In life you never know what path to go down.
Which one is the right one?".
I'm here to tell you.
There is no "right one,"
and there is no "wrong one,".
They both have their pros and cons.
That needle, and that path.
Reflect a bit of life.
Finding a person,
to give your trust to is outrageously insane.
Finding a man or woman to spend the rest of your life with,
is one of the harder things in life.
Deciphering to stay or leave,
is just... PLAIN AND SIMPLY PUT.
stupid.
For the roads while have bumps,
and the needle still has a point.
Friday, March 23, 2007
A familiar tale.
A familiar tale.
A bit of irony,
The pinch of agony.
The bite of idiocy,
A swallow of lies.
A touch of sorrow,
The face of emptiness.
It reminds me of a story, I’ve lived though before.
A bit of irony,
The pinch of agony.
The bite of idiocy,
A swallow of lies.
A touch of sorrow,
The face of emptiness.
It reminds me of a story, I’ve lived though before.
Wednesday, March 21, 2007
Symphony.
Symphony.
Your symphony of harmony,
was almost two much to handle.
We've initiated the beginning of something,
something that can either,
make us,
or break us.
Your symphony of harmony,
was almost two much to handle.
We've initiated the beginning of something,
something that can either,
make us,
or break us.
Tuesday, March 20, 2007
Angelically demonic.
Angelically demonic.
It seems that now.
Your nothing but the Devil,
but on a new kinda level.
Your angelic beauty,
was nothing but a type of sin,
that only you can forgive.
Were you that angel that never got its wings?
Or that devil that wasn't damned for the better?
It seems that now.
Your nothing but the Devil,
but on a new kinda level.
Your angelic beauty,
was nothing but a type of sin,
that only you can forgive.
Were you that angel that never got its wings?
Or that devil that wasn't damned for the better?
Monday, March 19, 2007
Feel the absence of.
Feel the absense of.
This akward enigma is consuming me.
You're touch is all that keeps me sain.
That look is undefying.
This touch is all I need, to keep me existing.
So don't leave unless you must,
because let me tell you,
your eyes are mystifying.
But your words are,
beyond your existance.
Those actions were against our will.
Your eyes are no longer mystifying,
they're a gaze without a steady look.
I'm beginning to feel the absense of,
a missing piece.
This akward enigma is consuming me.
You're touch is all that keeps me sain.
That look is undefying.
This touch is all I need, to keep me existing.
So don't leave unless you must,
because let me tell you,
your eyes are mystifying.
But your words are,
beyond your existance.
Those actions were against our will.
Your eyes are no longer mystifying,
they're a gaze without a steady look.
I'm beginning to feel the absense of,
a missing piece.
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