tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-47225811718048706882024-02-21T02:19:10.993+05:30Gre3n RulerZAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comBlogger139125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4722581171804870688.post-33303980140380191852008-05-01T00:57:00.004+05:302008-05-01T17:27:05.448+05:30Do you exist?Oh, hello all of you. The whole team has been lost and dead. I'm thinking loss of creativity? The ideas have ceased to flow and thus, work on this blog has been zilch. Ah, well the creativity was never there anyway. But, I thought I'd get something happening in here. You know, just to ruffle a few pages, push some keys, type letters, words and sentences. So that's been done. All taken care of. Enjoy this post. We'll be back soon. Zzzzz...Siddhartha Ranjanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14398708410187369637noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4722581171804870688.post-82790862545326076152007-12-20T20:46:00.000+05:302007-12-20T20:48:14.751+05:30<strong>Pressure is placed on all shoulders,</strong><br /><strong>Promising futures are often sought,</strong><br /><strong>Beauty lies with unsuspecting beholders,</strong><br /><strong>With lessons, that have yet been taught.</strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong>Prosperity awaits, those who endeavor,</strong><br /><strong>Thighest of highs and lowest of lows,</strong><br /><strong>With inspiration and thoughts so clever,</strong><br /><strong>As you embark on this journey you chose.</strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong>The memories of yesterday's corruption,</strong><br /><strong>Haunt the ambition of tomorrow's dreams,</strong><br /><strong>Beware of life's complicated interruption,</strong><br /><strong>For nothing shall ever be what it seems.</strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong>Your word is your greatest possession,</strong><br /><strong>As only you have the power to betray,</strong><br /><strong>For some, manipulation becomes profession,</strong><br /><strong>A modest influence is what they'll portray.</strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong>Remain faithful to yourself and desires,</strong><br /><strong>Never jeopardize, for a moment of glory,</strong><br /><strong>Hard work and heart is all life requires,</strong><br /><strong>We're all writers of our own life story.</strong>Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4722581171804870688.post-34027112566449161462007-12-20T20:43:00.000+05:302007-12-20T20:45:32.820+05:30Butterfly Kisses<strong><span style="color:#33cc00;">Pink candy canes and butterfly kisses</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#33cc00;">Close your eyes darling, fulfill all your wishes</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#33cc00;">Slide down the rainbow into a sea of gold</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#33cc00;">To a magical place where you never grow old</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#33cc00;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#33cc00;">Keep a tight hold of your dear teddy bear</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#33cc00;">Watch as the mermaids comb their shining hair</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#33cc00;">They'll sing you a song with voices so sweet</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#33cc00;">Listening to them is such a lovely treat</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#33cc00;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#33cc00;">Chocolate drops fall from a Vanilla sky</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#33cc00;">Pixies and fairies are all flying high</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#33cc00;">Scattering pixie dust over your head</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#33cc00;">This is better than any fairytale you've read</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#33cc00;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#33cc00;">The glitter carousel is waiting to start</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#33cc00;">Shimmering unicorns beg you to take part</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#33cc00;">The organ strikes up a tinkling tune</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#33cc00;">About a little cow who jumped over the moon</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#33cc00;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#33cc00;">Pink candy floss cloads float lazily past</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#33cc00;">Time in this dreamworld flies by way too fast</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#33cc00;">A cute little elf reaches for your hand</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#33cc00;">Ring around the roses then fall on the sand</span></strong><br /><br /><strong><span style="color:#33cc00;">Butterfly kisses and cold lemonade</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#33cc00;">An enchanted dreamworld that your mind has made</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#33cc00;">So go to sleep sweetheart, close your tired eyes</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#33cc00;">Spend all your sweet dreams with magic butterflies</span></strong>Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4722581171804870688.post-79286425519257756252007-12-20T20:40:00.000+05:302007-12-20T20:43:12.246+05:30wake up with a smile...<strong><span style="color:#000000;">Wake up with a smile</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000000;">say a quiet little prayer.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000000;">Give everyone a big smiles</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000000;">how the world you care</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000000;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000000;">Friends make life a total joy</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000000;">can change your entire day.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000000;">Cultivate your own happiness</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000000;">chase those lousy blues away.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000000;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000000;">When I wokeup this morning</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000000;">the sun was shining so bright.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000000;">So much nicer than yesterday</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000000;">my heart was sunny and light.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000000;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000000;">It takes so little to be happy</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000000;">if that's what you truly want.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000000;">Cultivate a permanent smile</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000000;">put away your selfish wants.</span></strong>Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4722581171804870688.post-68903688876041082102007-12-14T22:08:00.000+05:302007-12-14T22:10:42.286+05:30This is by my friend SIDD<strong><span style="color:#33cc00;">Oh, I nearly wish I could</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#33cc00;">Easy as chopping the headen wood</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#33cc00;">Help me if I can help that mighty bastard</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#33cc00;">We ran away, slipping on this mustard</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#33cc00;">Its yellow, pal, very, very, yellow</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#33cc00;">I want a warm greeting, hello, you a marshmallow?</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#33cc00;">This is an effort to sound that lamest lame</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#33cc00;">When the pigeons are tired of their practiced game</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#33cc00;">When fucking yourself is all you can do</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#33cc00;">You ought to go think about Eugene's goo</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#33cc00;">Yoo hoo, am I alone on this?</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#33cc00;">Oh, crappy crap crap, some bit of something amiss</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#33cc00;">I love you, you're my scaly beast, I'm mean</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#33cc00;">And when they squeak 'green green, fairy queen'</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#33cc00;">I will laugh and pounce on that slimy blend</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#33cc00;">And will, myself announce, that I am spent</span></strong>Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4722581171804870688.post-81067583456707226182007-12-14T18:42:00.000+05:302007-12-14T18:46:06.488+05:30Fruit Cake<strong>Clicks and clacks</strong><br /><strong>dings and dongs</strong><br /><strong>i bet ya hoping this </strong><br /><strong>don't go for long!</strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong>slips and slaps</strong><br /><strong>jips and jops</strong><br /><strong>after this you'll have</strong><br /><strong> the chicken pox!</strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong>clips and claps</strong><br /><strong>flips and flops</strong><br /><strong>you like this poem </strong><br /><strong>go back to the top!</strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong>smicks and smacks</strong><br /><strong>blings and blongs</strong><br /><strong>try make these words </strong><br /><strong>in to a song!</strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong>cups and cops</strong><br /><strong>shups and shops</strong><br /><strong>i bet by now your</strong><br /><strong> shaking non-stop!</strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong>splicks and splocks</strong><br /><strong>mocks and mucks</strong><br /><strong>you may think this poem</strong><br /><strong> right now sucks!</strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong>crops and crups</strong><br /><strong>slings and sloons</strong><br /><strong>don't worry your self </strong><br /><strong>its over soon!</strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong>spolicks and spulicks</strong><br /><strong>klingers and klungers</strong><br /><strong>is it me or are these words</strong><br /><strong> getting longer!</strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong>clopies and clupies</strong><br /><strong>chivers and chovers</strong><br /><strong>don't worry now because</strong><br /><strong> its all OVER RED ROVER! </strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong>clover sover </strong><strong>nover yover </strong><strong>fover</strong><br /><strong> tover </strong><strong>dover quover </strong><strong>wover hover .....</strong>Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4722581171804870688.post-33232855789220117312007-12-14T18:31:00.000+05:302007-12-14T18:33:58.833+05:30Why do ppl do weird things?<strong><span style="color:#33cc00;">I'm sitting here in my comfy chair.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#33cc00;">I'm using a fork to stroke my hair.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#33cc00;">I used the saw to clip my nails.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#33cc00;">I used the juice to dust the rails.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#33cc00;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#33cc00;">I'm plastering my walls with my underwear.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#33cc00;">I'm crawling and growling like i am a bear.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#33cc00;">I used some cool whip as my shampoo.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#33cc00;">I used my feet to hop like a kangaroo.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#33cc00;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#33cc00;">I'm using a broom as my powerful sword.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#33cc00;">I'm pretending that I am a wonderful lord.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#33cc00;">I used a blow dryer to dry all my clothes.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#33cc00;">I used some candy to show love for my foes.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#33cc00;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#33cc00;">Yeah, sometimes people do really weird things.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#33cc00;">They misplace much stuff, because of what clings.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#33cc00;">Yeah, sometimes people just have to much to drink.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#33cc00;">So go clear your mind and wash up in the sink.</span></strong>Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4722581171804870688.post-69281995255506335302007-12-14T18:28:00.000+05:302007-12-14T18:31:08.983+05:30Pieces of me..<strong>as darkness envelops my soul </strong><br /><strong>and silence wraps its dark icy tentecles</strong><br /><strong> around my heart turning it to stone</strong><br /><strong> i look into your eyes</strong><br /><strong> and see who i once was </strong><br /><strong>who people still belive i am</strong><br /><strong> the girl laughing with all her friends </strong><br /><strong>the girl without a care in the world </strong><br /><strong>but that was a long time ago </strong><br /><strong>that girl is dead and gone </strong><br /><strong>all that is left is the dried up cacoon </strong><br /><strong>that i hide inside all </strong><br /><strong>that is left is the tears </strong><br /><strong>that i cried because of you </strong><br /><strong>all that is left is the blood </strong><br /><strong>that i bled because of you </strong><br /><strong>that is all you left of me </strong><br /><strong>the broken pieces </strong><br /><strong>that once was my life.....</strong>Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4722581171804870688.post-83260192937793239222007-12-14T18:25:00.000+05:302007-12-14T18:27:47.869+05:30Dreams of the deep blue sea<strong><span style="color:#33cc00;">Running away to an unseen paradise; there is always a risk to go.Seeing the real world on the other side but not wanting to go back.I run into my dreams but stop to look back across the sea that seperates the realy world from my dreams.Stopping at a neverending cliff and looking back one last time at the world I'm leaving behind.I look up at the moon and feel the wind lifting me up, and letting everything inside of me take flight. And my dreams circle around me in a beautiful dancing light. A light you can only see at night. In this dream and in i see so many things i love and so many things i hate and i dream of a light aking me through a beutiful gate to where i can see my real destiney, my real fate, and its not the fate the real world is giving me. Wh because, wot stand for something to decide my life, my dreams, my love, and my hate. So many divine things and so many screaming slowly dying things that also lay in wait. In my dreams i can feel a silky light feeling almost like a jet black feather that on the other side is the most radiant of white that fills me with every thing that is pure. Every thing that's opposite from hate. Then I gasp for breath as i surface and i thinnk. I was almost there. I was so close. And so for now i have to accept this hate. But next time i will realize my true fate, and never again will i have to surface back up to all this hate.</span></strong>Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4722581171804870688.post-24471404609887129412007-12-14T18:21:00.000+05:302007-12-14T18:25:17.442+05:30A SHORT STORY<strong>“Why? Why are you doing this?” I try to whisper loud enough to reach his ears. Immediately I feel as if I’ve had a train ram into the side of my head as he throws his fist against me. </strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong>“Why am I doing this? What the hell do you mean by why am I doing this you’ve brought this upon yourself you disgusting little whore!” he screamed at me as I cowered in the corner tear streaming down from my blood shot eyes “Quit crying!” he bellowed as he landed another blow on me this time catching me on my shoulder I gasped for breath as the pain seeped through me “Stand up, stand up and get out of my sight you fucking slut!” I wanted to I wanted to get up and run but I was paralyzed by fear I couldn’t stand I couldn’t even take in a breath of air. “ I said get you stupid bitch!” he roared down to me ripping his hands through my hair, I stood as he threw me down the hall and into the door. </strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong>“ Now get out!” he said throwing me out the door “You will stay their till I come and get you do you understand Me?” He hissed out at me. I nodded before he slammed the door. I lay there my whole body trembling from the pain and fear. </strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong>“Why don’t I just run?” I quickly answered my self “because he’ll come after you and say its your fault and ruin your life just like your mothers.” </strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong>I looked around It was starting to rain and it was only all I had on was a torn shirt and pajama shirt. I shivered with the cold of the night. </strong><br /><strong>“Its better this way I guess at least I wont be able to feel the pain through the numbness.” I thought trying to keep myself calm. </strong><br /><strong>“Get over here now Alana and go to bed.” He said sweetly as he opened the door I tried to walk as fast as I could past him I didn’t want to be near him I just wanted to get away… but I knew that it was impossible. “I’m trying, I’m trying to be good I don’t mean to be bad. I don’t even know what I did wrong.” I thought as I sat alone in the schoolyard “what is it that I do that’s so bad? Why can’t I be good like my brothers and sisters? I know it’s not my fault. But it has to be because other wise he wouldn’t get so mad at me.” </strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong>I stood up and started to head for the library. I walked along the edge of the building trying not to be seen by the kids who were walking the opposite direction from the bus stop. “Hay Emolana.” someone called from behind me.</strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong> Immediately I felt the wall collide with me “So you have any new cuts today?” It was James a boy in my first period he was also a freshman but only because he was an idiot. “So you have any new cuts today?” he asked mockingly two boys who were behind him came up and gabbed my arms I barely even fought them, I knew it was useless and I knew what was coming next. He pulled down my sleeves, where my arms, which were already scattered by scars, had three fresh cuts on them the blood only having just scabbed over. “Tsk tsk, now what have we told you about cutting?” He asked mockingly. The two boys snickered behind me “You know I’m getting kind of sick of always trying to teach you that you shouldn’t cut maybe I should up the punishment.” Both boys were laughing now.</strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong> I looked up at them terrified. What could it be now before they would just throw me in a locker, or throw me in the showers. “No wait what do you mean-“ he cut me off “Oh well it just seems that you need a more extreme punishment is all just to get the point across you know.” He said mockingly as they dragged me off behind the Gym. </strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong>They threw me against the wall I curled up trying to hide, but they grabbed my head and yanked it up. I looked at his other hand where he was holding a plastic bag and a rope. “Now don’t worry you’ll be ok.” He smiled down to me at the terrified look in my eyes. </strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong>“NO! NO! Ple-!” he cut me off again this time covering my mouth with his hand now. I saw as one of his little sidekicks picked up the bag and at a nod of James head threw the bag over my face. They tied the string around the bottom. I gasped but only managed to pull some of the bag into my mouth I spit it out and screamed. </strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong>“Shut-up!” One of the cronies yelled and I felt a kick hit me in the stomach. I gasped for air but again was stopped by the bag. I tried to rip it off but one of them had my hands. I was beginning to feel light headed and slowly stopped struggling to get away. </strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong>“What the fuck do you think you guys are doing!” an angry voice boomed out. I didn’t know who it was. Well really I don’t know much of any one besides James and his henchmen. “It’s probably your imagination your going under, no one would save a worthless horrible person like me… maybe it’s better if I die, my dad will be happy he wont be mad, I wont be tormented anymore.” I just let myself be absorbed by my thoughts. I could hear footsteps. </strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong>“Yes their leaving me here to die everything will be good now.” I wishfully thought “Hay hay are you ok?” some one pulled the bag off my head. I gasped at the air and continued for several seconds. “ Are you ok.” Someone asked putting there hand on my shoulder. I looked up at the teen, which I hadn’t seen before. “Yeah thank you.” I stammered. He was breathtakingly gorgeous, he had short brown and black hair covering part of his face, a lip ring, but mostly I noticed his deep blue eyes. </strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong>They were like ice, but this ice made me feel warm inside, they just seemed to be so concerned and caring. A look I never remember seeing on any one else’s face before. “Come on we should get you to the nurse.” He said calmly grabbing my hand and pulling me up. </strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong>“No!” I quickly recoiled. “I mean I can’t” He looked down at me confused. I felt myself turning red. I didn’t want to tell him or anyone else about my cutting what if he did the same as the others. </strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong>“Why not?” He asked kneeling back down next to me. “I don’t want them to know.” I couldn’t resist telling him, his eyes were so trusting, slightly confused with my reply, but still so breath taking. “Know what?” he asked sitting next to me on the ground now </strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong>“About my arms.” I whispered I had to answer I couldn’t not tell this angel. “Can I see?” he asked. I quickly looked away I couldn’t he would hate me. But would that really matter everyone else hated me what was it if we added one more person. I nodded.</strong>Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4722581171804870688.post-1296425876641769892007-12-14T18:18:00.000+05:302007-12-14T18:21:13.464+05:30Hate you; I never could..<strong><span style="color:#33cc00;">I wish I knew what you were thinking tonight,</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#33cc00;">Wish I could know if I'm on your mind.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#33cc00;">I hate how much I care for you, it's not right,</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#33cc00;">Wish I could put our times together on rewind.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#33cc00;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#33cc00;">I can't stand your smile, if only you knew,</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#33cc00;">I'm weak in the knees; I can't ever pretend.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#33cc00;">As much as I love you, as much as I need you,</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#33cc00;">I know what we share will come to its end.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#33cc00;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#33cc00;">You put me through grief I don't want to feel,</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#33cc00;">You say things you know I should never forgive.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#33cc00;">Then you take my hands, kissing them; you kneel,</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#33cc00;">And I forgive because without you, I can't live.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#33cc00;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#33cc00;">I hate how well you know me, but I love it too,</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#33cc00;">I wish I looked away when your eyes pined.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#33cc00;">I couldn't help falling, what was I meant to do?</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#33cc00;">Soft is your mouth, how your brown eyes shined.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#33cc00;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#33cc00;">This feeling pulls within me, it won't let go,</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#33cc00;">I'm hurting, but never has a hurt felt this good.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#33cc00;">I give in to your touch; I give in, slow, so slow,</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#33cc00;">Because hate you; you know I never could.</span></strong>Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4722581171804870688.post-4959340038509072822007-12-14T18:15:00.000+05:302007-12-14T18:17:37.820+05:30Shattered Mirror<strong>You sit and watch your life go by </strong><br /><strong>On a silver screen </strong><br /><strong>You're suffering inside </strong><br /><strong>The pain is evident </strong><br /><strong>But you won't let out a single scream </strong><br /><strong>Blankly, you sit and stare </strong><br /><strong>At all the colors flashing before your eyes </strong><br /><strong>Lost and alone </strong><br /><strong>At a sellout show </strong><br /><strong>Without an ounce of confidence or pride </strong><br /><strong>Your jaw is wide open </strong><br /><strong>You want to speak </strong><br /><strong>But your lips won't move a single motion </strong><br /><strong>So avoid the distractions </strong><br /><strong>Avoid the pain </strong><br /><strong>And just hope one day everything will change </strong><br /><strong>Maybe in a perfect lie </strong><br /><strong>Maybe in your see-through eyes </strong><br /><strong>Look into the shattered mirror </strong><br /><strong>The demons from behind you are drawing near</strong>Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4722581171804870688.post-23284563601822993452007-12-14T18:09:00.000+05:302007-12-14T18:13:01.676+05:30Kissed me right before he said Goodbye<strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">He kissed me right before he said goodbye</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">A light brush of our lips </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">A sensation that will remain in my mind </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">A feeling too sweet to forget </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">Yet too bitter to recollect. </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">It was beyond the ordinary kiss</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">It was more than anything worth our relationship </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">Maybe, I would have wanted to make the feeling last </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">For a split second… </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">I wasn’t sure how </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">I wanted the feel of his lips against mine </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">I wasn’t sure what I SHOULD have felt… </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">Knowing that it will be the last time. </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">So I wasn’t the one to pull away… </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">I wanted him to know ,I wasn’t going to leave </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">I wanted to let the feeling consume me </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">Blind me. </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">Or maybe, I merely wanted it to last </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">So I can be lost in him. </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">Because that was all I could do. </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">Nothing more can connect us even in the thinnest form of bond. </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">He said softly that life should move on… </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">I thought, why not? </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">Why not then could we move on with each other? </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">Why do we have to part ways? </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">Why do you have to leave? </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">But I was content in silence I never wanted to speak… </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">No, not anymore. </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">I fear that if I do, I’ll just break. </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">And I can’t bear to surrender to you now… </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">‘Coz, it’ll look too shallow. </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">And what right do I have to cry to you? </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">To tell you words that I should have said?</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">Because everything was sealed with a kiss, </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">Right before you said your goodbye</span></strong>Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4722581171804870688.post-84465761884726303022007-12-14T18:01:00.000+05:302007-12-14T18:06:57.068+05:30Its all my fault<strong><span style="color:#33ff33;">I sit here crying.Lying to myself.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#33ff33;">Telling myself..."It's not your fault.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#33ff33;">"Knowing deep down.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#33ff33;">That, that's not true.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#33ff33;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#33ff33;">If it hadn't of been for me</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#33ff33;">You would still be here.I</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#33ff33;">'m sitting in my room.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#33ff33;">Crying on the floor.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#33ff33;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#33ff33;">With a blade in one hand.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#33ff33;">And my limp lifeless wrist on the other.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#33ff33;">Cutting away the pain.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#33ff33;">Trying to get it to wash away.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#33ff33;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#33ff33;">Theres a pool of blood on the floor.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#33ff33;">Where my sorrow's just begin.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#33ff33;">Not wanting to relive the moment.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#33ff33;">Seeing your face in front of mine.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#33ff33;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#33ff33;">It's a sight i can not bare.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#33ff33;">To see your life just fade away.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#33ff33;">I go deeper and deeper.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#33ff33;">With each cut i make.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#33ff33;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#33ff33;">None of which i can feel.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#33ff33;">Never knowing which will be my last.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#33ff33;">The thought that your gone.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#33ff33;">Is worse than anything in the world.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#33ff33;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#33ff33;">Stronger than any other pain.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#33ff33;">And will surely last a lot longer.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#33ff33;">Each time a new cut is made.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#33ff33;">I have only me to blame.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#33ff33;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#33ff33;">Showing how sorry i am.</span></strong><br /><span style="color:#33ff33;"><strong>It should have been me not you!</strong> </span>Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4722581171804870688.post-57695579172888181972007-12-14T17:55:00.000+05:302007-12-14T17:58:26.416+05:30Bittersweet<strong><span style="color:#993300;">Contemplating loneliness and drawing multicoloured lines </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#993300;">Of truth and lies and black and white and your red lips pressed into mine </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#993300;">A character sketch of an act of fiction, my little daytime me </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#993300;">Night-time bouts of truth collide come morning </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#993300;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#993300;">A roaring drunk love story, two broken lives </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#993300;">Bittersweet and amber wine </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#993300;">Opened and poured out like your heartbeat </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#993300;">Driven up and against mine </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#993300;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#993300;">Back and forth retracting faith and longing of a shattered show </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#993300;">A dazzling display of lights and sounds and love as far as that can go </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#993300;">Lastly comes the intellect expected from an open bar </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#993300;">Fluttering eyelash across the room and my heart hooked </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#993300;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#993300;">A roaring drunk love story, two broken lives </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#993300;">Bittersweet and amber wine </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#993300;">Opened and poured out like your heartbeat </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#993300;">Driven up and against mine </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#993300;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#993300;">A roaring drunk love story, two broken lives </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#993300;">Bittersweet and amber wine </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#993300;">Opened and poured out like your heartbeat </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#993300;">Driven up and against mine </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#993300;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#993300;">And now as I wait and I wait I realise, you’re what I needed all along </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#993300;">And now I’ve found something worth living for </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#993300;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#993300;">A roaring drunk love story, two broken lives </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#993300;">Bittersweet and amber wine </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#993300;">Opened and poured out like your heartbeat </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#993300;">Driven up and against mine</span></strong>Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4722581171804870688.post-59151916267127117852007-12-14T17:50:00.000+05:302007-12-14T17:54:18.251+05:30Here i lay..<strong><span style="color:#ff6666;">Here i lay<br />throbbing, screaming,<br />yelling your name.<br />i know love is lost,<br />but what about life?<br />Judge her by the way she dyes her hair<br />Judge her by the way her skin is unnaturally fair<br />Judge her by the way she hides the shame<br />Judge her by the way she feels the pain<br />Judge her by the way she just wants to belong<br />Judge her by the way she just wants to feel love<br />Her friends are scared<br />Her teachers are terrified<br />For the way she looks<br />For the way she acts<br />She's different<br />She's an outcast<br />For the anger she holds<br />All she can take<br />She's afraid she might break<br />She just wants to be loved<br />To be held tight<br />Through the bloodshed and the fear<br />She's full of hate<br />Afraid of the world<br />That sees her for what she is<br />She just wants to be accepted for who she is<br />Her friends noticed a change,<br />They noticed the pain<br />Her friends asked if she was ok<br />She answered<br />Her voice full of shame<br />The way she wore her clothes,<br />The way she styled her hair<br />The music she listened to,<br />The boys she liked<br />They noticed the cuts, the scars and the anger<br />Up till that day,<br />She's been alone<br />With nothing to live for,<br />She took her last breath</span></strong>Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4722581171804870688.post-89987103374785033802007-12-14T17:42:00.000+05:302007-12-14T17:47:24.651+05:30Stolen<strong>Satin sheets covered </strong><br /><strong>With the blood of the young </strong><br /><strong>Youth and innocents stolen </strong><br /><strong>Happiness and hope forgotten </strong><br /><strong>She laid in her own blood </strong><br /><strong>Not being able to move </strong><br /><strong>What she lost </strong><br /><strong>What was stolen </strong><br /><strong>Nothing just her innocents </strong><br /><strong>Irreplaceable innocents </strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong>What was than hers </strong><br /><strong>Didn’t belong to her anymore </strong><br /><strong>Childhood bliss is gone </strong><br /><strong>As well as a part of her </strong><br /><strong>The child in her was stolen </strong><br /><strong>She tries to move but is frozen </strong><br /><strong>What was lost </strong><br /><strong>What was stolen </strong><br /><strong>Nothing just her irreplaceable innocents</strong>Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4722581171804870688.post-57541435038794317842007-12-14T17:38:00.000+05:302007-12-14T17:41:43.780+05:30As i lay in bed at night<strong><span style="color:#ff6666;">As I lay in bed at night,I think of him,</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff6666;"> holding me tight. </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff6666;">I feel his arms, Around my waist,</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff6666;"> I dream of him, Making no haste. </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff6666;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff6666;">If only he was here, With me in bed, </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff6666;">“If only he was here”, That’s all I said. </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff6666;">Crying silently, He texts me why, </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff6666;">I text him back, Saying only lies. </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff6666;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff6666;">Without his touch, Without his feel,</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff6666;"> I promise to never, Eat a meal. </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff6666;">I eat no more, Starving for you, </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff6666;">I cry all day, I say boo-hoo. </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff6666;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff6666;">My meds look good, My meds look nice, </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff6666;">I down the bottle, Not thinking twice. </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff6666;">To the hospital, My dad crying, </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff6666;">They ask me why, I lay there dying.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff6666;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff6666;"> Wishing you would come, I get my stomach pumped,</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff6666;"> My body feels horrid, Like its been dumped. </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff6666;">As I lay in bed at night, </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff6666;">I dream of him, holding me tight.</span></strong>Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4722581171804870688.post-58581949685024096482007-12-14T17:29:00.000+05:302007-12-14T17:31:25.824+05:30I'm broken<strong><span style="color:#cc9933;">It's not my fault if I'm BrOkEn </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#cc9933;">Its not my fault If I'm being CoLd </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#cc9933;">In fact it has nothing to do with me </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#cc9933;">U lied, u lied...u F***ing lied to me </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#cc9933;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#cc9933;">Empty promises was all i ever got from u </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#cc9933;">Words of love i never hear from ur mouth </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#cc9933;">Ur on Ur own,GoOdBye', was ur last words </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#cc9933;">Thank u for making my heart cold n my life more hollow </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#cc9933;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#cc9933;">It's all ur fault if I dnt call</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#cc9933;"> It's all ur fault if I cant love </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#cc9933;">In fact it has everything to do with u </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#cc9933;">I tried,I tried..I f***ing tried to kill myself</span></strong>Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4722581171804870688.post-81480495815178220152007-12-14T17:27:00.000+05:302007-12-14T17:28:53.316+05:30Razor kissed wrist..<strong><span style="color:#33ffff;">With the razor kissed wrists this is my bright red scream as I press down harder blood begins to surface I convince myself "you don't feel pain, forget it, it's worth it" You convince yourself that there is no pain I try to forget it's just my sick little game there's white ones, red ones, fresh ones too I'm ashamed of what I do As time goes by they get harder to hide more and more skin with scars on the outside Hide them with long sleeved shirts, it covers them up but doesn't take away the hurt It hurts the same when nobody knows; it's just the way it goes Cut to feel alive, it's something I know is real It's something I wish I could hide, something I didn't have to feel When things get too bad it's first instinct to just cut away Cut away, make some new scars to just get through the day This time it got out of hand, cut too deep and can hardly stand Losing way too much blood and I begin to fall This will be my little secret, I won't say anything at all</span></strong>Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4722581171804870688.post-64558757309171184202007-12-14T15:23:00.000+05:302007-12-14T15:24:43.258+05:30No one can ...<strong><span style="color:#cc33cc;">I was falling off the edge </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#cc33cc;">I didnt see the pointin living my life</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#cc33cc;">so I started to jump</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#cc33cc;">only hell lays at the bottom</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#cc33cc;">of that narrow cliff</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#cc33cc;">but I never reached it</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#cc33cc;">you grabbed me before I did</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#cc33cc;">I was confused of who I was</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#cc33cc;">but you took my hand instead of calling me a freak</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#cc33cc;">you held me</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#cc33cc;">you took off all the make-up</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#cc33cc;">the hollow eyes you saw through</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#cc33cc;">opened up a person</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#cc33cc;">the one I could never find</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#cc33cc;">you saw my first smile</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#cc33cc;">the beginning of not wanting to die</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#cc33cc;">no suicide</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#cc33cc;">just happiness</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#cc33cc;">you poured me out</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#cc33cc;">with the depressed hated anger</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#cc33cc;">and filled me with these words I never heard</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#cc33cc;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#cc33cc;">I love you.</span></strong>Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4722581171804870688.post-17913700371758328812007-12-14T15:21:00.000+05:302007-12-14T15:22:37.340+05:30My one true Love..<strong><span style="color:#ff6666;">Happiness is when we feel completed</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff6666;">Being in love is no longer feeling defeated</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff6666;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff6666;">What I wish for is the world to be like you</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff6666;">Sweet, gentle, caring and true</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff6666;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff6666;">Now you are gone, </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff6666;">my world is incomplete</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff6666;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff6666;">I hope one day I will meet</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff6666;">Someone who can make time stand still</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff6666;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff6666;">I hope they can make me feel</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff6666;">The way you made me</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff6666;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff6666;">You set my heart free</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff6666;">Of course no one could replace you</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff6666;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff6666;">My one true love will always be you</span></strong>Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4722581171804870688.post-31208673883283345672007-12-14T15:19:00.000+05:302007-12-14T15:21:27.425+05:30...Cz i Loved you !<strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">I touch you as I feel your head brushing your hair from your face</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">Gathering the emotions building inside of me</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">One thought of commitment one thought of faith</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">How much I love you how much I feel your pain</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">All the memories of our short togetherness</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;"> Lingers in my mind as I feel warmth inside</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">I kiss your forehead trying to make myself strong</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">For what a difficult time it seemed</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">After the brief pleasure of being with you all the time</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">I feel so lost to loose you right now</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">These were my thought what I had that time</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">How I had thought it would be so wrong</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">How it seems to be so right after all</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">Better as I am after the horror of my dreams</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">Thinking if I really had to leave u</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">Did I really have to make that sacrifice?</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">Stepping on my emotions</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">Choosing loneliness after all that happiness</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">But I had no choice</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">Just as I had nothing to support me</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">Life seemed so uncertain</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">Future seemed so blurred</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">Ah!i only Love Death,</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">Cz i had loved U!</span></strong>Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4722581171804870688.post-1734111651497371842007-12-14T15:17:00.000+05:302007-12-14T15:19:23.064+05:30The day i met you..<strong><span style="color:#ff6600;">The day i met you,</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff6600;">that really fun day,</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff6600;">when i seen you in the mirror,</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff6600;">i thought that you were the one,</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff6600;">but i guess i was wrong,</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff6600;">you hurt me,</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff6600;">you killed me inside,</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff6600;">i don't no how but you did,</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff6600;">you cheated,</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff6600;">you even lied to my face,</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff6600;">when you were alone,</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff6600;">i was always there,</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff6600;">but when i needed you,</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff6600;">you were never there,</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff6600;">i loved you so much,</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff6600;">but did you love me,</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff6600;">it hurts to look at you now,</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff6600;">i cant even look you in the eye,</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff6600;">you just didn't understand,</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff6600;">that you meant so much to me.</span></strong>Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4722581171804870688.post-49800244507415701742007-12-14T15:13:00.000+05:302007-12-14T15:16:21.239+05:30When you see, how much i care..<strong><span style="color:#6666cc;">Never will I understand,</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#6666cc;">Why my love, denies my hand.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#6666cc;">What pain, what suffering have you endured?</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#6666cc;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#6666cc;">With my help, can you be cured?</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#6666cc;">My thoughts, my dreams, </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#6666cc;">you re always there,</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#6666cc;">When will you see how much I care?</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#6666cc;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#6666cc;">Such little time I ve spent with you,</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#6666cc;">Enough to know my love is true.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#6666cc;">The further you drift away from me,</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#6666cc;">The more I feel I ll never be free.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#6666cc;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#6666cc;">Perhaps I should just let you go,</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#6666cc;">Your love maybe, I should not know?</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#6666cc;">My love and friendship is always here,</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#6666cc;">And if you should ever shed a tear,</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#6666cc;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#6666cc;">My arms are here to hold you tight,</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#6666cc;">For I will always be your light..</span></strong>Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com0