| I was bored one day and thought this looked kinda neat. I was just messing with a pic of my flower on photoshop and came up with this. |


Philosophy IStating someone elses imperfections, leaves you vulnerable to your own.Philosophy I


Promise Me...promise me you'll never let go promise me you'll always love me promise me you will never leave me promise me you won't judge me promise me you will give me a shoulder to cry on promise me you won't laugh at me promise me you will tell me when I'm not me anymore promise me you won't let me do something stupid promise me you won't lie promise me you will always be there for me promise me you won't break a promisePromise Me...


Here For YouPeople come, and people go, But I'll stand by you, this I know. It may seem too much to bear, You may hurt beyond repair, But just know even far away, I will help you see the day. Whenever your life gets you down, Whenever someone wears a frown, Come and sit and talk to me, 'Cause here for you I'll always be.Here For You


Where Is My Heart?I spin in sickening, dizzying circles that lose me in this maze, searching for something not even real. The walls ensnare me in this hideous world, trapping me on every side, in every corner, at every dead-end that I find. But I must keep spinning, looking everywhere at once and wearing myself down to nothing, trying hard to find it. It is just as lost as I am. Maybe it is looking too. Or maybe it is hiding.Where Is My Heart?
I feel terribly lost and unbearably alone. I dont quite know where I stand and cant even see the ground. Im suffocating and gasping for air but cant force that air to pass through my lips. It refuses m
Sorry for answering that late, but there were so much messages to answer that I did not have time to answer immediately.
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I sit and I wait
And I stare
Still wishing for a
Devine intervention
To lift me from my chair
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*~A Minute spent in anger
is a moment of Happiness Lost*~
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Last nights never end
so the seem
so they should
Those nights will never end
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Writing is my way of expressing the aftermath of ones former glory.
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"They were sitting
They were talking in the strawberry swing
Everybody was for fighting
Wouldn't wanna waste a thing.."
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