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| To feel the pain To release the tears Only to be filled With remorse and regret To hear the cries To hear the plees Only to be filled With guilt and frustration If only I could feel If only I could cry To be released To be uplifted Of this cruel evil And oblivious torture |
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| I usually don't title the things I write...so the following is just some stuff I've written in various Composition Notebooks... |
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| Floating up above the world, not knowing where I am to go. Drifting down pathways on an endless straight: no map with directions, no signs to point my way. Just tell me where I have to go, just tell me what to do. I can't decide, it's just too scary, I don't trust myself at all. Armed with nothing but my wit, armed with puffy clouds and a stick. Facing the demons within my head; helpless, gasping, reaching. |
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| I've fallen for you and I can feel myself swaying. I sway to the melody of your aura and at the thought of your touch. Everytime I think of you my problems melt away. How can I stop my heart from skipping everytime I see a sign of you? Why did you have to show up, so sweet and perfect, my star spirit. Now I can't stop myself from swaying, and it's all because I have fallen. |