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Is It True...That I Love You?
I am just too late
To escape my fate
I have fallen for you
But can this be true
You have penetrated my heart too deep
Pouring out the love that I keep
....please take it....
....But don't break it...
SO I say those three little words
..I Love You
And that is true
The tear is a cleansing thing
It gets rid of dirt and grime
Also the sadness in the heart
The tear cleans and cleans
It is not a weakness to cry
But a strength
Crying isnt just for babies
Its for everyone with dust in the eye
Or with a broken heart
Cry your hearts content
Cry till you can not cry no more
Cry Cry Cry till I shall DIE!
Why did you leave me all alone
Why did you leave me to die in this hole
This hole of depression
Before i sink too far, hear out my confession
I may have defiled your trust
But I cant see the big fuss
All i did was trick you
But what do you expect me to do
I needed to know
So please stop your silly show
All I want is one explanation
Before you throw out your condemnation
So is this too much too ask
Is this too hard of a task
So i ask again
Why did you leave me all alone
Why did you leave me too die in this hole
This hole of depression
Now that you have heard my confession
A Locked Secret
Your like a safe
Just with a pretty face
Your secrets Kept within
And you will not tell them
Though I wonder
Whats eating your slumber
What are you trying to hide
What is so valuable inside
Why keep it under lock and key
Please let your secret be free
And share it with me
Nothing Gold Can Last
A long life
Full of frights
Was bestowed unto her
When a trouble
Came out of the rubble
She would stand to fight
Once it was over and done
She would go and sit under the sun
A warm summers breeze
And some pistachio nut ice cream
She may have been poor
But she loved her family all the more
She loved me and I here
Even when she spoke her word
I cannot see
Life without you and me
But I know
She loved us all until she passed
But as was told to me NOTHING GOLD CAN LAST
Forever and Always
Some boys are thugs
Others are duds
Some girls are mean
Others are unseen
But don't worry
And don't hurry
Your prince charming will come soon
And take you away under the harvest moon
So be quiet and listen
Because you don't want to miss him
Finding My Way
You have your opinion and I have mine
But don't go bashing me all the time
I have feelings can't you see
So please just let me be ME
My Bi SideWhy do I have to lie
When i'm asked if i'm bi
Why do you have to judge
And keep a stupid grudge
I just want to be me
Is that too hard to see?
Walled FortressBrick by brick, just a little bit
I put on the wall around my heart
and brick by brick, It slowly creep
that I will be alone like from the start
A little more here, a little more there
no windows or doors, all shall be covered
I don't want to feel and I don't want to care
all of those pains that I cry to get over
One more layer to hide my vulnerability
I don't want anyone to see me bleed
and I will feint much invincibility
even when I am in terrible need
Brick by brick, connected with my tears
maybe this time, I wouldn't get hurt
with a wall so tall, there's nothing to fear
Everyone else can just try and flirt
Cause brick by brick, stone by stone
I will become numbed and emotionless
and in this wall, I will be forever alone
yearning to be free from my walled fortress
World of Magic.She was a princess.
She had to be.
Her real life was Tragic, so she built up a world of Magic.
She got away the only place she could.
In her head, with her dreams and hopes.
Sometimes though she would forget to come to reality.
One day our Princess came home late.
She was in her World of Magic.
But that didn’t matter to her foster mother.
The punishment was worse tonight because of the high her “mother” had.
And when it was done, and the Princess was broken and bleeding, it came to her.
She was alone.
No one would ever come to recue her.
She had on White Horse.
No Princes would ever come to take her out of this hell.
She had to be her own savior.
She would never be Cinderella.
This was the day that our Princess’ World of Magic came falling down.
Dark ShawlI see those eyes all sparkling clear,
Stare at me while I’m standing here.
Heart shaking, all wrapped in fear;
Looking down at concrete, glimpsing
Pretty nails and costly pedicure,
But who needs those to feel secure.
Just give me my black shawl,
So I can crawl
Behind the cloven alleys;
For life I am indentured
To black, and being depraved
Of all the things that I’m not allowed,
In my world against the crowd.
So give me my darkened shawl,
I’ll hide behind, hoping to go by
Behind a shadowed human wall.
AerosolIt has been a day and a half since the crash, and I have found a cabin. In some ways, this is a relief. I don’t know if I could face another night on the mountain without shelter. Outside, a fire does no good: the heat simply travels upwards. However, this place also raises some difficult questions. I estimate that I’ve put eight miles between myself and the crash site. I don’t know if this will be enough. It Saving...
occurs to me that I don’t really know anything.
The survival manual recommends staying with the plane. It explains that this affords the best chance of rescue. It explains that the wreckage offers warmth and shade. It explains that seventy percent of pilots who stay are located within three days, while seventy percent of those who leave are
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