What a rainy day it's beenStanding in the rain Not moving a muscle Staring back and forth There’s movementWhat a rainy day it's been
I toward her,
She toward me We meet in embrace Lips full lock
The world starts spinning Rain drops fall silent Nothing to be heard Only hearts pounding as thunder
Faster the rain falls Warmer the air becomes More like one another we become Messing body and soul
Absence makes our love grow.No matter how long it takes, Or how many times we must try, We will always be lovers.Absence makes our love grow.
I will never forget her.
Living on has I do, Opening doors everyday, Venturing across many paths, Eternally in love with her I will be.
Hearing everything she says, Expecting nothing in return, Restoring the ways of civlary.
Eventually I will show her, Validating all that I've done, Everything I've done is for her, Never changing my intentions.
Many lifes may pass before my work is done, Oppurtunity is not a factor in this,
The ForeshadowStruggling to keep it together, Fighting the instinctual urges. I shake in anger,The Foreshadow
And in love.
I do this because I love, And to show that I can change. Never wanting to hurt,
Only to protect, Make happy.
She brings the light, Scares away the darkness. Making things warm again, Lifeable. She has no idea, What I would do to keep her here.
Never wanting to be in darkness again, I change to a new, Making myself better, Showing her how I care. Giving my all to her, Wanting nothing in return, Only for
UntitledHere I sit with The blank piece of paper In front of me, I wonder how these simple objects: A thin feeble sheet of paper And a stick called a pencil, Could make a mere drawing come to life. Suddenly my hands begin to move, Defying all reason and logic. I find myself plunging into a whole new dimension, One of different hues of vibrant color Only the experienced eye could see. I could hear my inner trapped self, Demanding to be let out of its prison. The soft silky strokes Made on the sandy surface of the paper Feels like natural reflexes of the humUntitled
Lately
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Don't touch whats already broken
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Don't touch whats already broken
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