I cannot say I hate you, That would be a lie. Yet sometimes I can’t stand you, And I really don’t know why. Maybe it’s the chilly air, I wake up to in winter. Perhaps it’s just the trains that blare, Or the old wood that gives me splinters. But when Spring melts into Summer, I really can’t complain, Until there always is another, Change in the seasons again. But I can always make it...
This old house It tells me stories It whispers them through the walls In my ear when I am sleeping; It told me of the day When the Indians came Of the thoughts that were there Of the fears that were shared; Also when there was committed A treason They ratted her out Without much of a reason; Treasures hidden Out of sight Strange noisy creatures In the night; Only a glimpse Of what...
Freedom From judgmental glances No more holding back Freedom From our parents’ wings Time to spread our own Freedom From always being logical Let’s forget and have fun Freedom From enormous expectations We’ll choose our own destinies Freedom From our past lives Building new ones far from home Freedom It’s the Dream Come chase it with me on the winds of chance Freedom We’ll never...
coming on with silent swiftness dripping now through every vein poisoning all thoughts and actions blocking the truth from view; the truth about this imitation this thing we call a relationship doomed before it ever started the only sure promise pain; ive given up the struggle its hopeless pointless now im aching in the silence alone in my withdrawal
i sat today and thought, i never said a word, about a dream i’d had, which left me quite disturbed. you told me that you loved me, that you had now for a while, but you hadn’t the courage to tell me, afraid of my denial. then i told you that i loved you back, you had nothing left to fear, so you held me through the black night, before you disappeared. and in the morning, ...
Commonly mistaken and misdiagnosed, a trickier illness to verify than most. It can be a great threat upon the inflicted, but before you fret please read the description. Symptoms: A short attention span, a twinkle in their eyes; constantly they’re smiling, with stomach butterflies. There is no clear-cut cure, a pill, or treatment method. So do keep this in mind, before you go...
you help me organize my day all the way through i just can’t think what i’d do without you. beside my bed on the mirror in my pocket you’re always near. you guide my day without much delay so i won’t get lost and go the wrong way.
words of worthless meaning trip my lonely heart send it spiraling down and they leave me in the dark and in the dark im sick of longing for things that cannot be were just a distant mirage the image of you and me
A guilty conscience needs to confess. A work of art is a confession.– Albert Camus