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2:30AM: I say to you, I cannot bare to continue feeling this unloved, this unworthy of love. You said to me, “remember we are strong” as if it was something I could forget, but I had.
We've been down this road before. Each time it hurts a little more. I really don't know WHAT you want from me. When we are doing good, WHY won't you let it be? I KNOW that you love me, don't say that you don't...
For just three months we've been together It truly feels like its been forever. We call each night with an exhange of words, So simple, so sincere, I couldn't ask for more Time moves on as our affection grew
Water fell from my eyes Thoughts of hope actons of needy Crown on my head is the prize Eating every word of God, not reedy Consume my life with your works Baptized in spirit an righteousnss
Want to know America? Stand on Lady Liberty. Get a glimpse of what it means; Look out as far as you can see. Once upon a time,
Color encompassing unfamiliar faces All united under one familiar flag soaring high Unknown are the backgrounds, but defined are the races Gathering and discussing under one sky
I did buy the lie that Many told me the land of the free and the home of the brave Yet I was not taught this way, Through minority eyes I saw A world unequal; I stared in awe
Although it never occurred to me That we is greater than I And the unfolding of time Is really just an illusion Of the mind’s eye Within it holds a truthGreater than any truth known
I'm shedding tears for all the people we've lost just this year. From senseless violence to overgrown conspiracies, can't you see the enemy? They hide in plain sight so no can ever see.
I saw him From across the room I knew he would never be mine So I simply looked and admired from afar Unknowing he was doing the same to me Caught in seperate worlds United by a common thread
God answer us when we are in distress may You protect us send us help and support to make our plans a success make us shout in joy make us victorious
There's a reason why we lie. To ourselves and to others. It's because we're afraid of what the truth might do. To ourselves and to others.
The world around me crumbling to the ground, me caught in the middle while pebbles of once beautiful castle walls surround me, drown me. But you, you saved me. And me? I let you.
We are a strong vine Entangled, Climbing, Growing Together we're strong
Curtains are drawn at night, To shield our fragile minds From obscurities Mute outside. Half are opaque, Half are translucent. Variety feeds the filters
In a room full of people you will see me, I'll look like the others so it will be hard to notice me, If you do you'll think that you've discovered me, You're mistaken and confused by an imagery,
I need a hero- With every fold of my lips and flick of my tongue, I need a hero-
I want to be happy, but happiness is fickle, Because we're only promised pursuit Not joy on a platter:
I think the saddest word is maybe Maybe I did It Maybe it was not me Maybe I will never admit If I may be a good girl Maybe I should wait
The feeling of depression bogs you down, all the negatives are collapsing over and over again. No one is there, and no one can help, No one knows you, and you are all alone.
In the beginning everything was easy
Hands Of him to invade me to intrude to be ill mannered and uncouth to me Hands Dating the clock so faithful so diligent so painless so fast so slow Hands
The cliques and the clans, The sands of time slip through my hands, somewhere between fitting in and not caring, Realizing I do not even know who I am, All I know is I am not who I am perceived to be,
I guess the thing is we all want something to fight for;
I walk across a street so far,Sharing my good news with everyone afar.I praise here and I praise there, nowwewalk down the street so far,Sharing our good news with everyone afar.
When we die, We'll fly like birds in the sky, Together till the end of forever, N' every soul in death is the same, With a story to its name, N' these bird all cry, Singing the songs of pain n' pleasure,
The biggest question that will remain a mystery, is who are we really supposed to be or become.? yes we all have dreams of becoming something one day, but that doesnt mean that is who we are called to be....
The world buries problems underground With no hesitation it takes While we walk over the mound All the problems the world makes Problems look better in pitch black night
Today a question was given to me that I never truly understood Today a question was given to me asking what I'd do if I could I wondered for quite sometime
Welcome, to the world in which we live. Every one of us is looked down upon, Antagonized, Rendered as a menace to society.
Innocence captured by the hands of evil, A life stolen, that can never be returned.
I have been raised in this country, I appear to be fully Caucasian. I speak English fluently, but I also speak Spanish. I identify myself as a Hispanic American, because of my roots.
Where did we learn how to talk? Did adam and eve just know words, and how to walk? How did we know we need to eat? Just out of the blue we began to crave meat? How did we know to sleep at night? Was it because we could only see with light? Why is
Most have heard or read the animated anecdotes of the dead. They are given with joy and wrapped in a bow - - stories of life, of music, of love. But all anecdotes end. Few ever say or re-claim
Why do you give us so much homework? I learn better in class so stop being an ass im sorry for my language actually im not i know im being a snot but listen hear
We come from troubled wombs , our homes resemble tombs. We come from polluted souls , our livess resemble holes. Empty and devalued , longing for the close.
Why so much? Can't you see i hate it!Homework here, homework there And you don't even bother to grade it.This is stupid why should we do it?Look at all the extra work and there's nothing really to it,So common let's admit that you don't even like
Different, Different is the laughter, Different are the tears, Different is the feeling knowing you're one of my fears.
We are undefined by words alone, the ones who stand, the rolling stones. They will say stand out in a crowd and try something newBut heaven forbid that you actually do.
Trying to find the words To say but you being yourself wouldn't understand it's a bittersweet quality. Moistened lips so pink and full my heart wants to tell you but my brain and foolish ego won't.
More emotion than you could ever know is poetry Yes , its when I feel a vague entity But you do understand, you understand the monogamous relationship
The teacher stands in front of the class "Today we'll start writing poetry" Immediately the kids begin to sass simply for the new foreign artistry. It wasn't like the red roses and blue violets
Tie me down in your love cradle. Straddle me with your strength. Plant a delicate kiss upon thy lips and escort me into a world of bliss.
Lies! That's all I tell. Maybe, I'll rot in hell. Playing with your feelings Making you fall deeper in love With me. If I just rolled over and died I know you'd cry
We always en up staring at the stars. Wondering if we're able to pull through. It's always that on emoment where time is endless, seeing all things we've done to get where we are today. And it's hard and scary.
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In the presence of royalty, she bows down and worships thee, Kissing everything from his eyebrows to his feet, Thinking that he’s real, and loves more than her sex appeal,
We together make Us, We, Us you and me. We fight We argue We disagree We, you and me. We laugh We smile We joke We, you and me.
Believe in you Believe in me Believe in us Believe in we Believe in the bond between us and God Believe in our love to last forever Believe in me being here for you and you here for me
Focus our eyes. Are we stuck in the wilderness? Lead us to the promise land. Lead on, lead on... We are the chosen ones. We stand together. When you call, we will answer. You will provide.
When you shake my hand can you tell who I really am? Or is it in my voice that makes you understand? For all you could know I am the girl next door, Or maybe even the girl that you have labeled the school whore.
who is we where does this we reside is it the same place as where we’ve come from have we progressed at all or is here to comfortable are the chains to comfortable what if harriet tubman was afraid of the dark
In a depression recession tribulation Me & her hurting for money And we kissing through It Watching money watch online She said do you think We will survive I say baby it's up to god