| What our world could be... |


As It FadesDays off aren't my favorite. I think that maybe, they might not be yours too. I can tell from the slight twitch in your left eyelid, and the way you can smile but it's like the real smile isn't there. Like you just copied and pasted it onto your face with those scanners they sell in the black market on Venus. These days off they happen; two days out of eight now, yeah, eight in a week. According to the records, things have changed over the last five hundred years or so. Maybe a thousand We're not so good with history anymore. Everyone doesn't want that kind of memory stored in their data chips when they've got moAs It Fades


From My Heart: To YoursThis was supposed to be easy,From My Heart: To Yours
Something ingenious, beautiful. The words were supposed to flow... I wanted to create an explanation on why... Why my heart isn't mine anymore, and-- Why, your heart pulses on a golden chain around my neck.
I wanted to explain exactly how you-- How you make me feel like I am beautiful.
And the simple things... Those are the most complicated. This is supposed to be, and represent all my love for you.
I suppose...it does.
(But I wanted this to make everything so much more wonderful...) This distance between us--I know it's physical..


InhibitionsMy eyes are swirling with the possibilities.Inhibitions
With the fireflies. With the thought that I Am going to regret not regretting everything. Dive, girl, dive. Let the current take you away Why care? Will my brain be any different, other Than more free. Will the dreading night
Still feel as welcoming. I don't want to try To swim anymore. I don't want to flail in Deep waters. Instead I want to float. I want To be engulfed. No matter the circumstances It'll just engulf me. Bleeding around me and Holding me in a way without gravity. Aches
And old pains and everything my body cur


My Poetry, Is Worthless.I wonder if you read my poetry, If you look upon it with a smile, Or if perhaps you're just sitting, There wondering when it'll be over,My Poetry, Is Worthless.
Maybe you think I'll give up and move on, Perhaps you assume that this is the last one, And I honestly hope that you really do, Perhaps you'll think I'm giving up,
And maybe your crappy day will brighten, Maybe you'll think I'm losing my hope, And I hope at least in that you'll smile, We parted ways with harsh words,
Foul language we both never used, I called you things I didn't mean, And you probably tho
by *rhu| Words about TMoh: Loves: Her Romeo, Cooking, Sewing, Writing, Drawing, Photography, Yummy Food, Music, Life, The World, Reading, Books, Learning, Midnight Lovin', Choco- Nut, Nazi Zombies, Backstage, Guest Rooms, Family, Socks, Skirts, Frills and Lace, Dangerous Curves, Vagabonds, iPods, Gel Pens, Love Letters, Poems, Morning Affro's, Swings, Running, Sun, Rain, Clouds, Sky, The Beatles, Work, Fresh Bread, Perverted Humor, British Humor. My car shall be dubbed "The Shaggin' Wagon #2". I do too much. And now I have to work again, ^_^;. |
"defy gravity" ?
--
Red Wine
I would let you go straight to my head
Just let me breathe you inside of me,
And i'll never leave again.
And the rain will be our soundtrack,
To the world outside.
--
Red Wine
I would let you go straight to my head
Just let me breathe you inside of me,
And i'll never leave again.
And the rain will be our soundtrack,
To the world outside.
hows life?
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