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What is the meaning of this life?
We all are meant to curl up and die,
or is there something beyond the grey,
beyond the horizons,
beyond the pa..
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The leaves on the trees,
Ive noticed,
Are no longer your favorite shade of green.
Now their red, their orange, their yellow, their all so different..
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How can the bird live without his song?
How can the poet write when his hands are shakey?
Is it possible to love,
when the heart is ripped and torn..
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Watch the stars as they turn to nothing
Count my steps while theybreak across the hall
Terror grips your heart
I swear Ill kill you y..
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A hand around the waist,
a tear in the eye of the old woman who weeps
for love long lost,
and for love never found,
this is the reason why she lie..
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I smell the scent of
desire
on your skin.
The way your heart pulses and jumps whenever Iwalk next to you.
I can hear your heartbeat.
The way you..
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Under a bloody sunrise
My nightmare becomes real
Under a bloody sunrise
Iloose all ability to feel
Im trying my best to drown these feelings,
t..
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Iwonder how long I could sit here thinking about how to describe you.
Would it be days?
Days are too short, minutes are only seconds, and seconds ar..
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So this is how it ends.
The phone calls over, and the line goes dead.
Im left on the other side of a fairy tale ending, the one
they never told you..
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Im not really sure if this even sounds good, I just like to write down my thoughts and hope they turn out good.
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