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The knife in my heart,
Has everything to do with you.
by love-or-lose
39 lines,
9 minutes ago. In Love, Personal, Thoughts, Life, Sad, Pain, Dark, Longing, Lost love, Depress
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We're the beat generation
twice removed
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I was laying there last night, crying into my pillow, holding it tight.
by Behind.These.Eyes
9 lines,
19 minutes ago. In Love, Personal, Thoughts, Life, Sad, Pain, Death, Longing, Sadness, Lost love, Loss
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doodling on smooth wet sands
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Oh once I was so young and so in love with life, And you.
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You ask what am I afraid of? A line from a movie comes to mind.
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My boy was silent from a tender age
No doctor could cure his endless babble
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I wonder if he suspects anything
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Spoken softly as you weep, Those eyes unforgivable.
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Hoping for warmth
On this cool December night
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Who would guess, behind this mess,
lives a heart of purest gold?
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Women being beaten and killed, A constant flow of blood being spilled.
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life was good
when we were young
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I've gone
all the way down to zero.
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i saw their meeting
then they whisped away
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You lure me into a dark alley of love
you threw me to the ground with your hurtful words
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I seem to be marooned inside this room
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When will he be discovered not hiding in the background
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What is beyond today! this we do not know
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Cross country skiing on a cold winters day
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Why has man changed Gods plans, making them into his own design?
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My desire is to see more, while He plans to restore.
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Why do we write?
Perhaps a better premise for me would be:
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There she sits on the driver's side and watches me as the world passes us by
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Staring out through the silken dreamy haze
I watched the moonscapes in the distant sky
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we used to be the best of friends we used to laugh and have fun
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A Letter to Someone, Somewhere, about Someday.
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The dull luster of An onyx black night
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The mind is a carnival Memories in crowded swarms
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There comes a teary
silence ~ between
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a figment of my delusions..
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The cold autumn rains come the trees are all bare of leaves
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Deviceful draft is hard to comprehend
the fertile mind seen nebulous as cloud...
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The winter gale outside, and my bare floor;
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Tonight is the night I'm missing you If only you truly knew
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I hate your brown eyes, I hate your dark hair,
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Yestersay, A girl who would pleasentley hold my hand Would tell me that she likes me
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We don’t need the limitations of this world
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