Just as I can be so cruel.
~R
I move the stars for no one.
~R
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| It's only forever. Not long at all. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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| I ask for so little. Just fear me, love me, do as I say and I will be your slave. | Your eyes can be so cruel. Just as I can be so cruel. |
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| Daily the darkness claws at me. Entreating me to give into its deadly persuation. It is a constant battle of the mind and soul to stay on course. To not let the negativity consume me. ~R |
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| How very captivated you make me feel. Every breath, every step, every thought always need be your wishes. Whatever became of my hopes and dreams? In appearance they got lost along life's pathways. Tossed aside as baggage without a second glance or thought. To in your eyes, mold me into your vision. Never once asking my opinion. ~R | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Everything I've done, I've done for you. I move the stars for no one. |
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| Wanting ... Waiting ... I long for things that seem so far out of my reach. I grasp for that which is almost impossible to obtain. Why do I put myself through all of the pain and torture of failure? Why can't I keep my head out of the clouds and grounded into reality? ~R | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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| I'm so sick of the tension, sick of the hunger, sick of you acting like I owe you this ... Find another reason to feed your greed and I'll find a place to rest ... | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| We tire of those pleasures we take, but never those we give. ~John Petit-Senn | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Battered and torn this soldier slowly returns to your open arms requesting peace and shelter. A solace from the chaos that is at most times insurmountable. Can you offer this? Can you provide the well needed and deserved sanctuary that is so dire? Can you help care and heal the wounds of battles long gone and of the battles yet to come? Can you wipe away the tears and blood shed all in the name of love? Can you show a glimpse of hope that will make the struggle all worth while when nothing else seems to matter anymore? Can you give me a reason to continue on? ~R |
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| Whether 70 or 16, there can be in every being's heart the love of wonder ... the unfailing childlike appetite for what is next, and a joy of the game of life. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||