| because you're afraid to be right. |


redundancyyou are my superficial burnredundancy
the temporary pain you cause makes me &


a symptom called monotoneI laugh, you don't - laughter is irrelevanta symptom called monotone
and happiness
is fictitious. make me believe,
tell me it's not make-believe.
our love is ephemeral - I don't lie but
don't put your
faith in me, not completely.
why is that
I fear your
adoration?
cryptic and you
know each other on
first name basis,
I'm jealous.
in all honesty, it all circles
'round desperation. I think, I think - I'm not desperate,
are you?
don't worry my dearest,


"Forever Free"From behind me creeps my past. That ever-growing darkness"Forever Free"
of the sins that I've amassed. Lurking somewhere before my blindness is the door that leads to change, but it always moves to fast; it's always out of range. The path to riteousness is lost; wayward in the labyrinth of life. How will I ever find it with the wor


The BoxAlways looking at a box, Looking inside and outside. But not the box itself.The Box


I have nothing better to doGlistening whispers of inspiration flicker throughout the darkened sky asI have nothing better to do
The rain pours against the delapidated window panes,
Showering the lightened mood of pale pinks with
An uninmportant mention of unshapen blues.
Silence reverberates off of the
Comforting warmth of the air, encouraging contented smiles to
Appear out of the sleeping eyes of dreaming innocence;
Defiled fingertips and hands gently glide among one another in
An attempt to gain back the cleanliness that was lost.
Torrid passion engirds its way into the fluidity of
Bloody enjambment in flowing ve


Stuck in SolitudeShe was sinking in her solitude and lost in a false attitude, a smile plastered across her face leading to a cold embrace.Stuck in Solitude
Her eyes were wet from unshed tears as she kept silent all these years about what she truly desired and was never able to acquire;
someone to let into her life without too much strife, someone who she could trust, who would show no disgust for all that she would share; someone that would always be there.
But instead of letting anyone close, she turned friends into foes and kept everyone away for fear
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rosin your bow, sing your scales
do your lunges
we're going
field-
dancing
xo!
--
an antique arms and armor expert
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i was pulling out my heart so i could pin it to my sleeve
red hands
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She has no heart but she dreams in old fashioned ways. - K.W.
and yay, another tree fan -- haha that sounds odd.
--
I passed the test with flying tones.
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A circle is a circle.There's no such thing as "Perfect circle".
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She has no heart but she dreams in old fashioned ways. - K.W.
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Teary eyes and fingers crossed,
touching hands, and love is lost,
In the mist, not much to see,
love is lost for eternity.
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