'never mind - we were already lost anyway'


Fast Food RestaurantBlankly staring from the window ‘can I help you?’ she asks as she writes poetry for her mind.Fast Food Restaurant
They’re missing colours
her mind explains to itself they come in black, white and grey you’re the only rainbow here.
By directly looking in her eye they snap her back to attention ‘yes, you can’ she’d scream no if she thought it would work
Yet still it continues. ‘may I have…….thankyou’ and her heart pounds to an extent where her body can’t keep it her dream state acknowledges the recognition him…
Him…


To Tell a SecretPurity; At least she has that Fearful That she can only hide in shallow emotions An overcoming sensation coursing through her body; Who is she becoming?To Tell a Secret
Her fingers are trembling, The chest is rising and falling rapidly, To the point of desperation, May the air cause light-headedness But not death, Just fear.
The eyes; A strange appearance, For they glaze, The tears refuse to spill,
That magical flower just died in her clasp; Surely, this is some form of symbolism of her life? She yearns to spill it all out, T


Fara Una PromessaToday a promise is fervently made; Tentatively throwing everything away A devotion, she will now be restricted to You.Fara Una Promessa
Everything for You
No more little clues underneath car seat covers, No more blues mournfully written to 'lovers', This heart is all Yours.
Wiser men have made the same decision, I only want to fall in love with You.
No more tormented tears, No more smothering fears.
A blessing with traditional downfalls, But we needn't fear, For the sky is still twinkling, I am slowly discovering.
No more deso


The Looking GlassVaingloriouslyThe Looking Glass
she glances through the looking glass Hauntingly she places the fingertips, so she is closer, Closer to gaze at her own reflection, an Unrequited love that’s what she has Lust? no, Unrequited love that’s what she has Tenaciously swearing her quintessence still remains
The Looking glass the looking glass that’s what she has unrequited love the looking glass… that’s what she has…


I still don't know her nameSittin' on a lonely sunday night, the lights are dimmed, i have no sight. the world is spinning, its just the beginning, but I wish i could whisper,I still don't know her name
Just hold her, just kiss her, watch her as she gracefully takes flight. Shes the angel that sits on the windowsill, shes the songstress in my dreams. shes from heaven, could be from hell, is she as wholesome as she seems? there is a light off to the distance, and i see her smiling eyes. shes gives me nothing but a passing glance, and disapears, to my surprise. but I wish her happiness all the same, its my f
deralict house
justed wanted 2 pass by and say hi ^_^
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behind the mask of a clown. i shed a million tear
How are you?
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wat about u??
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'As it seems to be accounted for, we will live gracefully and suddenly now. Goodnight.' - Anonymous
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Love is the Movement.
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'As it seems to be accounted for, we will live gracefully and suddenly now. Goodnight.' - Anonymous
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Love is the Movement.
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Smile like you mean it
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'As it seems to be accounted for, we will live gracefully and suddenly now. Goodnight.' - Anonymous
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Smile like you mean it
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