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If my heart had a voice, It would make a million wishes. And, from each wish a million stars would fall, each one shattering the silence, cutting through the walls.
You stand there so beautiful so tall and dark. You look at me You’ve created a spark. You’ve lit in me a flame and my passion’s ablaze. I look at you,
No words, no feelings, no emotions. No drive to do much of anything. My heart seems to have exited my body, the day that you left my life. I see you. But I know that we can't. You've made that very clear.
My days are the yearning kind Desiring for what only God can provide Looking elsewhere for what can only be found inside Luke 17:21 set of mind
Our people’s lips piccolo at canting birds, spit kisses into hands then pitch, awaiting swift receipt. Lips, appended
𝓗𝓮𝓻𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓰𝓪𝓻𝓭𝓮𝓷 𝔀𝓪𝓵𝓵𝓼 𝓻𝓲𝓼𝓮 𝓽𝓸 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓱𝓲𝓹 𝓑𝓮𝔂𝓸𝓷𝓭 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓶 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓴𝔂 𝓲𝓼 𝓮𝓷𝓭𝓵𝓮𝓼𝓼 𝓐 𝓱𝓪𝔃𝓮 𝓲𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓵𝓵𝓷𝓮𝓼𝓼 𝓯𝓸𝓰𝓼 𝓶𝔂 𝓼𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽 𝓐 𝓶𝓲𝓼𝓽 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓬𝓪𝓾𝓰𝓱𝓽 𝓼𝓸𝓶𝓮 𝓫𝓮𝓷𝓮𝓿𝓸𝓵𝓮𝓷𝓽 𝓵𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽 𝓑𝓵𝓸𝓸𝓭 𝓻𝓮𝓭 𝓻𝓸𝓼𝓮𝓼, 𝓯𝓾𝓵𝓵 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓻𝓲𝓹𝓮
ℜ𝔬𝔩𝔩𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔞𝔯𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔡 𝔦𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔖𝔱𝔦𝔠𝔨𝔦𝔫𝔢𝔰𝔰 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔣𝔬𝔯𝔪𝔰 𝔄 𝔤𝔢𝔩𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔬𝔲𝔰 𝔟𝔩𝔬𝔟 𝔒𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔟𝔬𝔱𝔱𝔬𝔪 𝔰𝔥𝔢𝔩𝔣 𝔒𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔣𝔯𝔦𝔡𝔤𝔢 ℑ𝔰 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔴𝔦𝔫𝔢 𝔴𝔢 𝔰𝔴𝔬𝔯𝔢 𝔴𝔢'𝔡 𝔡𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔨 𝔈𝔳𝔢𝔯𝔶 𝔴𝔢𝔢𝔨𝔢𝔫𝔡 𝔰𝔦𝔫𝔠𝔢 𝔉𝔢𝔟𝔯𝔲𝔞𝔯𝔶 ℭ𝔶𝔫𝔦𝔠𝔞𝔩𝔩𝔶 𝔞𝔴𝔞𝔦𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔠𝔬𝔫𝔰𝔲𝔪𝔭𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫
I am told bitterness and rage and envy are no way to live. That they’re sins. That they will only rot my heart and soul. I can’t be made to care, though.
you pace around my mind like you don't know where you're going, and i don't have a roadmap. i think i'm even more lost than you are.
There is a puddle On the road by your house I stop to look at the Sky through it’s Reflection. I see you, there In the clouds.
Sitting at low tide amongst the creatures of the world underneath my lungs Staring into the unbreaking blackness of the air hung in smoke My eyes a lighthouse that gaze into the unknown reality
If I could change times arrows course, I’d hastily retreat it many a face To sail beyond your hearts remorse In search of the pain each morn embraced.
I yearned for another, Who wasn’t you, But she wasn’t there, Unlike you, At a long lost party In old Cambridge town. Did I fall Just a little for you, While longing for another,
A delirious soul I am, Constantly yearning for the love I can never attain, Why must my heart ache for those who it will never reach?
Last night I had a dream That you were here with me That body was dripping with sweat Sweet smell of ectasy Night prior baby We made music Might as well been an album
to my dearest, i remember seeing you for the first time i remember falling for you for the first time it was like jumping off of a cliff & not worrying about the fall
Sometimes I miss life Yearn for it really Maybe the apst I'm not sure, it's just a flutter I yearn Yearn Yearn that is the word I feel I yearn for the things I don't have
I. We grew up in the age of idiocy as children down along the seaside. Back in the day, I wanted to sail ships, leave this beach in our wake.
I slowly closed my eyes. Awake in the forest. The background of blurred colors began to die. I still saw your silhouette staring back at mines. When I was younger. I weeped.
An ache in your chest Dunno where we stand Happy memories ablaze Standing hand in hand Where it all began Nobody can say The end was unexpected A world fell apart
I let the lightning strike
Can I not Munch on my potato chips And watch some football
I miss the blue in the sea I miss the garden home to me I miss it, I miss it.
Your birthday's on the clock is teasing me Should I have let you leave? Come back if you care God please lead me to where I need to be I trust that you or who will be with me
Oh how I've wished for a mother of passion, who smiles bright with great satisfaction. Who should love me for me and what I want to be. How I've seen this fantastic dream. One of life's great liberty, of freedom and of destiny.
I came here with the seagulls I’m a born city-dweller but the water crashes
Young lust Simmers deeper than a gigantic tidal wave The vivacious fusion of the two bodies Begins to peak into the uppermost realm of infatuation As they cover each other with outer warmth
I wrote a letter, put it in a bottle
You sit there quiet as can be You scroll through your phone or maybe searching for a tweet But when you look up and I look into your eyes I see no fun But your smile radiates more than the sun
Standing behind the curtains Hiding from the crowd He really wants to see her openly But his presence is too loud She’s been waiting for her moment It seems it’s finally here
If I cry to the heavens by moonlight
It had been ten monthsTen months of just seeing his handwritingSmall and squished but very exactHe always wrote in penDark, permanent embodiment of himselfIt was easy for me to create his personage in my head
I lost that timeworn, white gold wedding band, the one that represented a broken purity that we as humans have destroyed. I lost my stern father’s posh shutter lens FujiFilm and for a while we lost track of time between then and now.
It can't be done. You can't act in films. You're from Missouri, where dreams grow to die, like weeds under the sun. They shout so loud, it bounces off the stars, meaning I can't even sleep to dream at night.
So this is how we miss Losing each other in each kiss My dear isn’t it plain That we were meant to act another way I will keep you close But I only need the words to know you
O dear rain when will you fall And let me hear the Echoes, The echoes of your pitter patter, The dancing of your clear crystal beauty; Come back to this dry season
I want to do more than just scratch the surface. I want to learn you, the whole you. I want to adore you for all your intangibles. I want to yearn for more of you. I don’t want to know what it’s like if I would have known you.
They say holding on tightwill make it all right,but letting go is so much harder to dowith a glimmer of hope still in your heart.
I used to believe in 11:11 wishes, Used to dream of midnight kisses, I believed in these things and much more, But all that was in a time long, long, before, Before the boy ripped at my chest,
In my dark Lonely, quiet solitary Prison of my mark Within my handmade bars, I am so weary
To look into your eyes is to see fire Set ablaze by the creator Himself. The way you gaze only takes me higher. I wish to keep you and those eyes myself. I look and fall into a pool of blue,
I promised to protect you- to never let you down. But we've been separated for so long- I can still see your frown. Gone I am, and like this I shall stay.
Alas, I shall always be your "good friend", But this confession to you I must make. I no longer can pretend, That you do not make my heart ache.
Diced pineapples, Its the little things that count Too much isn’t a satisfactory amount More than perfect A couple miracles in sequence A goddess to be worshiped your every action is ingenious
Distance is what keeps us apart The thought pushes through my head till its clear Like a busy commuter on a New York street And though I’m still uncertain of your heart I pray tomorrow you’ll be near