

waitingDays go on sitting aginst the window what's to happen next waiting waiting for someone anyone to take them away away from the nightmare, they call life waiting waiting for their salvation it never comes left to fend for themselves no one there to help waiting waiting to be beaten again their spirt, broken their will, shattered their life, changed forever waiting waiting for anyone, for youwaiting


I have this feelingI have this feeling and I can't help, but to love it people tell me things like it's only puppy love but the only thing, I know for sure is that I never ever want it to part when I have this feeling I can't help, but to be giddy to laugh and smile to just glow all around I have one person to thank for this and it's YOUI have this feeling


I'm tiredI'm tired of waiting waiting for you to just tell me how you really feel I've given up you can't change my mind it's not worth the stress all this, will never change the big fact....that I love you and always willI'm tired


GladYoy say one thing but mean another am I suppost to know you mean this not that it wan't obvious I didn't know but I acted on it found out it was wrong and wanted to die how could I be so stupid I know, I fell for you but I found someone knew and he loves me back he enjoys holding me and being with me I'm glad you ended it now true love, has finally found me Baby, I love You now and ForeverGlad


DreamIn my mind a maid I found, Her footsteps graced that hollowed ground, There she stood with raven hair, With words I can but describe her fair. With lips as red as droops of blood, My thoughts rushed forth in unchecked flood. She beckoned and I walked ahead, My feet unbid the path did tread, She put her hand into my own, It was warm yet chilled my bone’. Then it all to fade did seem, Yes alas it was a dream.Dream


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Branded, his thoughts were judged (according to the wasted time of youth). He came to seek her Through smoke rings. There is only one such temptress, with ruby red lips to match her scorn.
Unfocused melody, his voice held wrath which she had not foreseen.
Albeit his one-time gentle eyes, she was not to overlook the maddened daggers hidden slyly in his hungry stare.
They broke and fell between the cracks of another
night’s cold crossings
and followed
the darkness through a doorway
to morning’s
harsh rea
by *Solkku
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