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oh, the color! that lines these painted prints of journey that lay as flowered steps before me but, oh, the wonder seeing only the color
He will show me how he dances, And I will ask him where he learned to move his feet like they are leaves Like they are light and bright and free, And he,
There is darkeness in not knowing your path.You find out the hard way, the light isn't at the end of the bottle. Feeling helpless, like the world is just happening.Well it isn't, is it?
One step, two steps The poem begins Three steps, four steps The lines are short Five steps, six steps The emotion begins to show Seven steps, eight steps The words are powerful
My brain is always three steps ahead of my fingers and my soul is three steps ahead of my brain I find my fingers bleeding from the letters scribbled across veins and tea spills the river of dawn
1. When your having a bad day, take a deep breath it's important to know that everythings always okay in the end. 2.Take a shower, wash off the horrors of your day. 3.Get in your favorite pajamas
Step are the paths you walk. The way stand tall. The look forward. But you look down on thosse steps. Those sreps help you move. Keep you strong, but has you powerful over all.
In life we got confused at what goes and what does Who to challenge and who not to Who can make an impact and who cant We are all just important as the next guy next to us, they have goals to reach just like we do.
I have an unhealthy attraction to brokenness
Up I go Onto my own two feet My first time My first step I pulled myself up But then I fell I began to cry But my mom pulled me up "Don't cy" She said
If I could, my eyes wouldn’t blink so fast. My oh so lonely heart wouldn’t feel so smothered.