`I could grab the stars down from the sky
And put them before your eyes
and still you wouldn't see how much I love you
I could stand time still
against everyone elses will
and you still wouldn't do what I need you to
My hands could crush all your worries
and make all your enemies scurry
But you still wouldn't see how low you make me feel
I could wrap my arms around you
Make the wind dry up the morning dew
But you still wouldn't see that I am real
~

And put them before your eyes
and still you wouldn't see how much I love you
I could stand time still
against everyone elses will
and you still wouldn't do what I need you to
My hands could crush all your worries
and make all your enemies scurry
But you still wouldn't see how low you make me feel
I could wrap my arms around you
Make the wind dry up the morning dew
But you still wouldn't see that I am real
~

- Last seen on Nov 16 12:49 AM 2006. Member since December 1, 2005.
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- My mood is , and quote is "Feel your purpose, and live it.".
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GypsySmiles on December 25, 2005I hope you have a very Merry Christmas
Please give you little angel a
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GypsySmiles on December 22, 2005Just thought I would stop by and say hello and see how you were doing. Hope all is well with you and your family
Take Care and Always Smile
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PaintedParisPassion on December 12, 2005Thanks again for all the comments!!
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kenny-streetcrazy on December 10, 2005Thanks for commenting me (and my music tastes/eras). I cannot stand the music of today. MCR and FalloutBoy, they are not music. Country and Rap, they are also not music. The late fifties, sixties, seventies, eighties, and early nineties, now those were music, man. Anyways, you write magnifiscent and wonderful poetry. The emotion you that back it all up with are groovy and poetic.
Well, live on and live again, for death is only the beginning.
Cya.
