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Look baby, Now, maybe I might just be guessin’
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what happens when you've been untied? Will you hide behind those bedroom eyes,
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Heavily, the rain falls, thunder crashes
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So many things go on in between stagnation and change that remains to be seen,
Except in wishful dreams of things to come.
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Obsessions, compulsions, Thoughts and shyt exploding in my contemplation
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After today, I think I'll may quit with this falling in love %#&@$!t. For some reason I just don't get it. Always playing myself for the fo
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Where do you suppose the time goes when you waist it?
you think it mya be...pacing back and forth
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How do you feel about FOREVER? Being together through whatever,
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I've looked into you eyes to see if i could find
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Peeking at pages printed on pixel and written with lyte,
searching the planet for any type of love that my have landed in the midst of th
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Like deep darq,
the shadow part of me
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Sometimes I just wanna quit.
so sick of being sick and being tired
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She showed me a love that I felt none of
for quite some time.
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I write the ways of my day
on clean white sheets,
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I started writing these words and felt a little disturbed.
I felt that it wouldn’t be me telling you what I see,
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I live alone in the darqest parts of the soul where there’s a whole so big it encompasses great expanses out beyond the vastest reaches of my inner syde. My inner eye had been blind for so long due to prolonged exposure to b
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I often question my place on this earth.
How did I awake on this dirt?
by DarqSyphir
45 lines, 1 comment,
on Aug 9 8:23 PM 2008. In My own style, Spiritual, Contest, Nature, Pain, Other, Hope, Life, Sad, Dark, My life
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You too cute! Like a new born baby, 'cept your a lady.
Call me crazy, but here I am, dazzy; peeking.
Leaning off the edge of my seat sne
by DarqSyphir
18 lines, 1 comment,
on Jul 29 1:06 PM 2008. In Love, Personal, Thoughts, Other, Humor, Lyrics, My own style, Lost in thought, Self
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that's when the shame set in, cause i can't say i helped with that at all.
hardly payed him any mind, i din't find the time to even talk
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I sit at the edge of chaos
peering down into the abyss
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THE WINDOWS TO MY SOUL ARE OPEN.
WORDS SPOKEN OR WRITTEN IN PEN AND INK,
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i see no flags to proudly hail
from the corner of my block
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Bathing in the wishes of better day existing behind
brick walls, glass ceilings, iron curtains and facades.
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A monotonous routine,
tieing an apron string.
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Beauty speaks with a trumpets sound.
Loudly she roars from shore to shore.
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I awake, for another day,
fading into that good night.
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I've gazed at better days
through the looking glass.
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thump, thump.
thump, thump.
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Walking beside my - self, trying not to
stare to deeply into the eyes of this stranger.
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ashes to ashes, dust to dust
we begin our journey, to the grave yard or bust
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