Wedding ChimeHe’s the controversy of what I’ve had before He’s the golden rule of all that I adore He’s the smile on my face on a cranky Monday morning And the nausea when he leaves without a warning He’s the inspiration to write something new He’s the giver that helps me push through He’s the understanding of the fear in my heart And the feelings of longing whenever we're apart He's the reason I can't sleep at night He's the meaning of every delight He's the safety I feel around fear And the butterflies whenever he appear He's the cause of my heartWedding Chime
Would You Sell Your Soul...Would you sell your soul for love? How can you know what he’s dreaming of? You might be wrong And then yours is lost While he is at home with a soul for the right one Who would sell their soul for love? Waste a lifetime on “I think I know” We are never right And then we are gone And you will never know that he really loves the next oneWould You Sell Your Soul...
There is too much pain Too little gain To make me walk through fire We will never win This game of sin To get the one we admire
Would you sell your soul for love?
Better OffPerhaps you're better off Better off without the painBetter Off
The heartthrob The breeze of light
An understanding in disguise Do the values drift in vain? Too see you here without the pain
Moments lost in solitaire Leaving your notions more aware
Perhaps you're better off thereof Better off without the love
That Special MorningI wake up and it is morning I look to my left and there you are Still sleeping, still dreaming I sit up, stretch a bit and then lie back down I am smiling By the thought of you I am smiling Reminiscing back to when you were caught in my webThat Special Morning
Then I open my eyes and the first thing I see are yours I keep on smiling but this time a little more Still happy, still glad You reach over and kiss me Now I’m tingling I’m still in love I am tingling ‘Cause that someone I love, is someone like you
I wish this moment would last fore
Bodies And ThoughtsOpen mouths spur closed minds. While closed ones show a mind ajar. Dreams will flow more freely from the later, And these dreams will take them far.Bodies And Thoughts
It's sad to see an arm not working. Especially when the body works so well. The ears and eyes had a disagreement. Putting the rest of the body through hell.
Sensations stir the soul so easily. Before the heart had time to think. I always thought spirit and soul were the same, But others see them as a different link.
Could one be dark and the other light? Perhaps they are the Yin and Yang. If t
Incorporeal WoesI'm fighting to live; I'm fighting to die. I hope they can't see... no, they don't see that I'm not even me... that I'm raging inside.Incorporeal Woes
I'm standing within; I'm standing without. I hope they can't hear... no, they don't hear that I'm not even near... that I'm crawling about.
I'm longing for hell; I longing for light. I hope they can't feel... no, they don't feel that I'm not even real... that I'm lost to the night.
I'm holding away; I'm holding on. I hope they can't taste... no, they don't taste &nb
EternalA perpetual longing to be caught adrift sifts in the heart, yet is thrown astray,Eternal
away in the depths of a tumbling myth,
closed eyes, false smiles and –
A joy to be yearned for, believed, delivered, A hope never-ending, to be remembered, A love ever-lasting, received, considered,
A hand that still holds
Eternal.
Quit Smoking
Love Dazed
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i'm opening old wounds, and pouring salt in there, so won't you just drop dead?
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i'm opening old wounds, and pouring salt in there, so won't you just drop dead?
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If home is where the heart is, then my heart is in many places...~Just the words of one lowly, lovelorn, lost poet
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Liz er det omvendte av Kong Midas; Alt hun tar på blir til BÆSJ!
I tried to enter the link, but all that came up was that the offer wasn't available in my area and that I was to be redirected shortly.. but all that happened was that hte same page came up all over again
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Liz er det omvendte av Kong Midas; Alt hun tar på blir til BÆSJ!
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... often when I write I am trying to make words do the work of line and colour. I have the painter’s sensitivity to light. Much (and perhaps the best) of my writing is verbal painting. ~Elizabeth Bowen~
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Liz er det omvendte av Kong Midas; Alt hun tar på blir til BÆSJ!
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... often when I write I am trying to make words do the work of line and colour. I have the painter’s sensitivity to light. Much (and perhaps the best) of my writing is verbal painting. ~Elizabeth Bowen~
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