

Winter SnowSnow covers the ground, Burying the reminders of past Lies that we wish are never found. Hoping that they will not make a sound.Winter Snow
Though the snow will not last. Our deepest sins will show What our faces try to mask. While for now we hold fast
In hope of keeping low. Fear of truth that will be found. Let this winter snow Come and cover what we sow.


A Perfect NightStaring up into starlit Skies that make our hearts Feel euphoric to dream. This, this, beyond human arts.A Perfect Night
A single tear falls. Shooting stars fill the night With a perfect ending. As the dawning sun shines bright.


How Your Eyes ShineHow your eyes shine In moonlit skies. They sparkle like wine Glistening in sunrise.How Your Eyes Shine
Your smile brightens stars That explode above These fast moving cars. While we learn love.
How you taste sweet With each kiss. In my heart; complete. Learning our bliss.
How your eyes shine In moonlit skies. They sparkle like wine Glistening in sunrise.
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what i would say"you know you're beautiful."what i would say
"to you, maybe."
"to me. to her. to lots of people."
"i have many character flaws."
"stop laughing."
"i laugh a lot."
"but not about this."
"why not?"
"because you don't laugh about the truth. you laugh about stupid movies and inside jokes. you laugh loud because it's something to be happy about when there's so much to be unhappy about. but the truth is never loud, it's the things whispered in the almost-dark and the things you say with your eyes. it's the things you hold quietly inside to anchor you down when t
find the colour
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If everyone demanded peace instead of another television set, then there'd be peace.
John Lennon (1940-1980)
And the sign said "long haired freaky people need not apply".
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The worst fate of a poet is to be admired without being understood. ~Jean Cocteau
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If everyone demanded peace instead of another television set, then there'd be peace.
John Lennon (1940-1980)
And the sign said "long haired freaky people need not apply".
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The worst fate of a poet is to be admired without being understood. ~Jean Cocteau
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chase this light with me?
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The worst fate of a poet is to be admired without being understood. ~Jean Cocteau
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If all is fair in love and war does that mean it's legal to shoot my partner????
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And the sky is filled with light
Can you see it?
All the black is really white
If you believe it
~NIN-FC
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~alucardclub
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*Insect-Lovers-Club
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The worst fate of a poet is to be admired without being understood. ~Jean Cocteau