I should never have loved in inequ… I should never have allowed my heart to take the bait of loving someone as beautiful as… But damn it, love is blind!
Love is a game, a journey of sorts… a search for the one who is right. And of all the seekers, just what… are not all just travelers at nigh… For it seems in darkness they sear…
A million times I’ve pulled the t… A million times the voices quiver, but every time they come again. They can’t be killed, there is no… Is all then lost, no hope at all?
Haunted feelings carried by wings of night as shadows fly. Drip drop words from pages then feed the fire like oxygen. Muffled voices through the door.
One struggles beneath the ever-bea… One rises up in revolution, wantin… One gives his life a soldier so th… One celebrates in freedom as they… One starts his life from nothing b…
Let it go, let it flow - cut it with your words. Slash at every piece of it until it finally hurts.
Too many nights, too many times I’ve woke in sweat and had to find a way to push you out again, and pray once more that this will… That from my heart you’ll finally…
Do what you must to ensure they do… Rationalize and pretend it won’t b… Wish it away to escape from it all… Cover it up like the paint on the… Cloak it in layers of varying hue,
Sometimes it doesn’t go the way you thought it would at all. Sometimes the pieces all line up though randomly they fall. Sometimes I guess you’re better o…
In a world full of people so lost in the fight I’ve not met another like you, who midst all the crowd stands out in the night...
I must have wished a thousand time… that somehow we could live our liv… for something more. And I can’t help but wonder why we strive to keep so much in line,
Blind keepers, mind readers, throw them in the pod. Make them think they have a way to see through all the fog.
Standing at the mirror someone I no longer know. Standing there, staring back, looking all alone. Says he wants to be like me
So tired of fighting, don’t feel like writing here in the dark of the night. As I sit here and sit with my head full of shit
The Gatherer and the Giver sat at… down at the village where they liv… At end of day as sun went down, th… as soul by soul they contemplated… They did this often for they knew,…