The Delicate SwayAs the flower flows in the wind Gently back an fourth as it sways Watching it like one has sinned Laying in the grass watching it for daysThe Delicate Sway
Mesmerized on such a beautiful flower Wishing it was I who sways in the wind Knowing it will never be in my power Being able to go back in time an rescind
Going back to see that delicate flower each day But not knowing someday it will be forever gone Until then it will be in my memories to stay To behold such a powerful flower from a lawn
Once it dies and is forever gone
It will stay in my heart where
Dreams End Sickness~Dreams End Sickness~Dreams End Sickness
Runny nose and achy bones Sniffling with fever chills Giving out great big moans Feeling so sick while it kills
Wishing not to be so cold Hoping to get better soon Wanting to go outside an be bold Falling asleep to the TV’s tune
Not feeling like myself Cuddling my pillow wishing it was Jake Dreaming of my true love by himself Knowing my true love Jake is not a fake
To end this sickness I will dream Of seeing my true love
Other then in my dreams
Wishingwaiting for the doctors letter trying to swallow without any pain crying each night to get betterWishing
every swallow feels like knifes going in your vain
not wanting to do anything
tryin to think of ways to get better taking meds and everything wishing of laughing from a feather
tryin to sleep but one can't as they lay
feeling worse hearing every clock tick giving up because the pain will stay everything falls apart when one is sick
Suggestive love ya!
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Rawr-Chwbaca-Rawr
Of seeing my true love
Other then in my dreams
^ I love that part especially
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If the world is a dream, what are we?... We are the dream of a dream.
(sorry for my bad english =_= )
(Sorry a bit late
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"Evolution didn't stop with us getting thumbs. There are a lot of metaphysical, spiritual, and emotional changes going on right now, and we're just trying to reflect that. We're not that different from Tori Amos" ~ Maynard James Keenan
Love Dazed[link]
Drooli
Affection
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"J'étais un enfant, ce monstre que les adultes fabriquent avec leurs regrets..."
J.P Sartre
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"J'étais un enfant, ce monstre que les adultes fabriquent avec leurs regrets..."
J.P Sartre
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And the circling is worth it
Finding beauty in the dissonance
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"J'étais un enfant, ce monstre que les adultes fabriquent avec leurs regrets..."
J.P Sartre
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