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One thought starts a dream, One smile sooths the soul, One good deed starts a flame One word can change a heart. To the dreamer who's dream- Has expanded my nation, To the dreamer who's dream-
There once was a woman, with skin like cream and features fair, with eyes of emerald green; with a robust body and fine gold hair.
This looks like jump to me You are a cockroach
People say that life is just a test, But what most don't understand is that life isn't something that is passed or failed, It isn't on paper written in pen or bubbled in with pencil,
The rivers are my friends When I need a break from men the rivers are there When I need to lay my body down to weep the rivers are there When everybody and their souls have gone on home the rivers are there
Sometimes you pray to god things work out. Sometimes you wish upon a star.
You told me life was crazy Never about the snakes in the grass You told me they were evil One bite- I would never last
Why must we sustain ourselves and reframe ourselves to bes the perfect image of what others defines as perfect?
I ask you not to stare when I walk by, So look into my eyes where beauty lies, Some people’s comments make me want to cry,
My passion is strong My heart feels pain My eyes glisten from tears My hands shake from fear
Angel hands with long and nimble fingers Smoothed with age, paths of wisdom along pale skin They comfort and soothe
It hurts, it hurts to know that maybe you don't feel the same way I do.
It hurts, it hurts to know that maybe you don't feel the same way I do. I know without a doubt that you care about me, and that you will be there for me.
If you plan to run away Try to tell me that you'll stay Break the dawn like a Ray Say the things you'd never say With your bow you take your aim Left me with myself to blame.
I hate locking my heart away.
I try to fit in , But I'm nothing like the other's, like laying in the cold with shorts on and no covers, Trying to discover, Who i really am inside Though I'm lying just to cover,
I was told to make my words count, But to what amount?
Sly glittering eyes Feathers all around More cunning than wise Being without sound Hunter in disguise Blue fire eternal
Becareful of what you say Remember that what you say' Can go against you However Too much of everything is bad Becareful of what you say You may think that you have Freedom of speech
Unforgettably forgettable You never paid attention to her, not even if it was critical The society would see her, but she would still feel invisible You'd hear her name, and intimation owls go, "who?"
i happen to be be called wise by many an owl, the beauty of me is perplexing adorned in ages of wisdom and knowledge far more than any that has ever lived wisdom that flow from inside me cannot be compared to any
Old and wise Has loved and lost To help he tries Any, at any cost Old and wise Still needs love Searches the skies Carried on the wings of the dove
The wise man, Isn't just no ordinary man, He played his hand many times, And was defeated, Acted selfishy and repeated, Foolish lies that was granted, Was the devils gifts, But what he desired,
i am me old, frigid..some days young.. prisoned and free. Greyed vision for me A tanned skinned for you For this is all you see.