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 John Denver, Martin Luther King, Elvis Presley.. sweet capricorn coconuts.. with the hard shell of discipline and the pisces moon of inner s... [read more] |
 As you can see I have a lot of time on my hands And as of right now I have no future plans. After school I know Not yet what I will do. I... [read more] |
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These nights of mine Are lonely and blue. If only I had someone to be with If only I had someone too. Loneliness is like being in the dark... [read more] |
 تـغـتـالـني الــذكــرى ثــانـيـة واســبـح فـــي هـــوى صـمـتي يتمرغ في روحي حبك ويتأجج في قلب اللهب قـــد ســكـن ال... [read more] |
 Madonna smiling Discerning canteen crime Pen knife flicker Biscuit barelled Floundering,floundersome sleuth Fractured franchise All dusty k... [read more] |
 In a distant land Out of sight of man Flowers bloom unseen Water fed From lush stream bed Their leaves a healthy green Watched over by The... [read more] |
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The loneliest sound A telephone still ringing In an empty house [read more] |
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No stars grace the sky tonight And the moon has already set I sit and read by candle light Moments I'd much rather forget But no line g... [read more] |
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I said a little prayer today I asked for the normal things I asked for peace I asked for love I asked for forgivness And I asked... [read more] |
 As the cloud forms a shadow I realize what I see im not looking for anything im just looking to be Something thats not real something thats... [read more] |
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Watching the stream of smoke spiral upward From the cigarette of a person at a nearby table, Witnessing its loss of distinction as it joins... [read more] |
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She talked to me But only with a curious glance And no real desire to be A part of this chance I was taking Making something out of nothing... [read more] |
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here is to you Who broke my heart filled me love and made me believe heres to you who won my soul paid nothing more than a gift of love... [read more] |
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Ice cold looks Penetrate through my heart Your stinging glares hate me And your harsh touch Bruises delicate skin Not sure at where to run... [read more] |
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he doesn't understand. all he does is feel sorry for himself, as if he has more pain than the rest of the world. he thinks no one loves him.... [read more] |