The others sideBehind the glass wall Eyes of a timid search The mind of ease and grace Thoughts race to and from the placeThe others side
Where they are kept crisp
Over yander is a fimilar Lasp in a life of the unpleasant looking Tis is the average eye can behold
A look upon the glisten that lies Within the gray lines of the peek Leis betray the reality that dwells inside
A place where the daily actions of a story Are stored between tight print Locked up like a box encircled with Chains
A blink takes the truth back in And the page is blank again.
It Kills, but there is light.Holding onto a pillow as you tear out a new heart Her tears whisper like a willowIt Kills, but there is light.
Discusion takes place grasp tighten
His pain is over hers has just began
She'll miss the late night phone calls Movie and Ice Cream And Your silliness
Though there will be light tomorrow and into the night Give it a while You'll always remember but grow a little stronger
----------------------------------------- So in the end is it worth it?
I would say yes...
To finding what love really is Being Happ
A walk with your pastThe sand is cool beneath my feet as I walk along the windy beach. My mind slows downA walk with your past
with the rythm of the incoming tide. Allowing my thoughts to emerge from there depths.
The Sights and sound are part of my past in which I wish it would disapper in the herizon. The crashing waves remind me of childhood rage, yet the strengh you receive after a lesson learned. Those intend on giving us pain and/of love
were ment to be in our life, so take the punches and still have your cake.
Trickles and smooth sand
are the only things that remain after hightide. &
A Swell WithinLocked in a box just beyond my heart are all my thoughts, fears, and emotions. They come up like waves... some manageable, others over baring.A Swell Within
I try to contain them deep below the surface. Where I find my true self, seldom know who. It's hard to be true with people these day Who can you trust? Do they want your money, your life, or even your innocents? You may never know until you get to know them.
Life brings you pain and suffering, but also love and care. Inside it is a haven. Until the waves become too much to handle, swimming ashore is the on
Welcoming myself
Sadness
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~May the name of our mutual Muse be called "Love", for our future works and future lives, even though she does make us do all the work, by experiences or simple thought, and it will all be worth it in the end.
Sun out, eyes mourn, moon out, love born~
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Use your heart and soul to write down your thoughts because tomorrow it may not be there.
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