

Burn"the Feeling"As I sit in my room, the lights are all out but the fire in my heart. No one can fight this blaze for I've tried for three years, I've tried for three years to fight my feelings for you. I have had my losses and I've had my victories, but still I come back to the same conclusion, that I love you. I will try to fight it, these feelings for you, but to see you with him and the way he treats you makes my blood burn my veins. I'll give you everything I have and love you forever, if you just say you'll be with me.Burn"the Feeling"


Eyes of my ConfusionAs I stare into her chocolate eyes,i can see into her soul. Her soul is wanting. She wants love but fears the hurt it can bring still she wants it none the less. She waits for it like a love bird waits for her mates return. I want to tell her,but the words would never come.I'd give her the world and give my life for hers, but she'll never no.Eyes of my Confusion


Hand me DownsYou cut yourselfHand me Downs
To relieve the stress Your now nearing lifes last test
The cuts go deeper more blood drawn you dread the site
of mornings dawn
Every day
you live your life and yearn for site
of your now bloody life
the day comes now
your knife is gone the lock you up and stand you still
The people around you
forget you name all you cuts
were done in vain
Your funeral comes and no ones around a flip of the switch
and your cast down
now your gone


April's SongThe scent of honeysuckle The sky a virgin blue The melody of April's song Sounding pure and trueApril's Song
Scotchbroom blazing yellow Clouds of butterflies in flight A sea of grass, full and green Dappled with sunlight
Summer birds returning And resting in the eaves Of a tall, straight sapling Draped with fragile leaves
The buds begin to open Blossoming like lace Flower petals falling On April's bright, young face
Leaves and petals waving Touched by a gentle breeze Hear the soft wind rustle Through the tulip tree
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...Life for draw...
...Draw for life...
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"If the English language made any sense, a catastrophe would be an apostrophe with fur."
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-~marleybean
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