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Sitting on the computer, not knowing what to do.
And all I want to do is look at you.
I feel my heart cry every time I see your face
And my mouth freezes up when I try to set things in place.
So all I can do is break my heart and tear life up apart.
It bleeds in a hundred different emotions,
Giving me many different notions.
One notion is to end it all,
To end the pain, the sorrow, for there is nothing else to gain.
Another says to keep on waiting, and waiting is what I'll do.
I'll wait and I'll wander, falling farther and farther.
And when I think I spot the end, and find it's just a prop to break my heart again.
So I must won
Confusion is all around us , I know this is true. So when you need someone to talk to,
ill always be there for you. wether suicide, sex, men, women. Ill hold my hand out and
say please come in. I give my advice to help not hurt. the way you take is your own,
so dont yell at me if your problems overgrown
O why must a man fall in love? But one day he looks through a window at her,
the soft radiance that permeates the see through heart of any man that encounters her.
But none love so strongly as I, to have logic lose over love. But most more
Appealing than I, she may choose, as I sit behind this barrier of glass, somewhat like a dove
to look out of a box at a wedding. Yet once out of the box their love is gone.
I hope, that once she is let out of her box and me out of mine, that we may meet again
and can share one thing that goes through this wall but would make able to continue on through
the dark forest of life. I hope that we can
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Sitting on the computer, not knowing what to do.
And all I want to do is look at you.
I feel my heart cry every time I see your face
And my mouth freezes up when I try to set things in place.
So all I can do is break my heart and tear life up apart.
It bleeds in a hundred different emotions,
Giving me many different notions.
One notion is to end it all,
To end the pain, the sorrow, for there is nothing else to gain.
Another says to keep on waiting, and waiting is what I'll do.
I'll wait and I'll wander, falling farther and farther.
And when I think I spot the end, and find it's just a prop to break my heart again.
So I must won
Confusion is all around us , I know this is true. So when you need someone to talk to,
ill always be there for you. wether suicide, sex, men, women. Ill hold my hand out and
say please come in. I give my advice to help not hurt. the way you take is your own,
so dont yell at me if your problems overgrown
O why must a man fall in love? But one day he looks through a window at her,
the soft radiance that permeates the see through heart of any man that encounters her.
But none love so strongly as I, to have logic lose over love. But most more
Appealing than I, she may choose, as I sit behind this barrier of glass, somewhat like a dove
to look out of a box at a wedding. Yet once out of the box their love is gone.
I hope, that once she is let out of her box and me out of mine, that we may meet again
and can share one thing that goes through this wall but would make able to continue on through
the dark forest of life. I hope that we can
From inside these window panes I examine you
With quiet delight, I see you don't see me
All my life for happiness, who knew
That watching you would so easily please me?
Your hair is darker than the tree's bark beside you
Tangling in curls from the lazy breeze
Every time I see you my heart beats anew
And my love more radical and ill-tempered than the sea
With a pen in your hand and ink on your thigh
You stare into thoughtlessness of your own fancy
Whilst rhymes and loves and leaves pass you by
Trying to piece together the visions that you see
Do you know how well I can read your mind?
Behind your eyes I see pictures of genius
And
I swept the wooden floors of the house quietly and peacefully. It was a warm, silent afternoon and almost nothing stirred in nature except for the restless children prancing around the property. All that could be heard was the rustling of the broom, the gleeful playing of the children outside and the faintest brushing of lazy waves at Quincy's distant shoreline.
Humming softly, I kept sweeping; now to the rhythm of the broom's passing. I strayed from one side of the room to the other and listened to the creaking of my steps, the swishing of my skirts and the intake of my breath. Every giggle from outside, song of a bird or buzz of a bee jo
Current Residence: Home deviantWEAR sizing preference: XXL Print preference: ? Favourite genre of music: Classical/showtunes/pop Favourite photographer: Emily MacDonald Favourite style of art: LIt or Photography Operating System: Vista or 7 MP3 player of choice: Any Shell of choice: Any Wallpaper of choice: Any Skin of choice: Any Favourite cartoon character: SCOOBY DOO Personal Quote: Such is life!
Favourite Visual Artist
Michael Buble
Favourite Movies
HP series
Favourite TV Shows
scooby Doo
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
Michael Buble, P!nk, Lady Gaga, Adele, Myself -ahem-
Hello World, My life is very flat and monotoned since i am sick so i will do my first journal entry on deviant! Since i am bad at writing off top of my scalp or head as some say, i'll give you a little rendition of the phantom of the operas "point of no return" ENJOY!
You have come here
In pursuit of your deepest urge
In pursuit of that wish which till now
Has been grumbling
Grumbling
I have brought you
So your hunger is quenched once more
In your mind you've already succumbed to it, picked up your fork, getting ready to consume it
Now you are here with me
No second thoughts
You've decided to dive in.
Past the point to send i