Signs that StainAll these weird signs, kept up inside. I don't know where, to hide.Signs that Stain
Crying from every little thing, that seems to come to mind. When it seems i need to find, that secret in all these lies.
Songs reflecting of what we feel, playing over and over, like time doesn't matter.
The ring of smoke that forever soaks, in that smell of you. You need to stop, you need to drop all your bad habits.
Mother and Daughter, too afraid to talk, because of what it might bring.
These tears forever stain my pillowcase,
Tears of the YoungI walk out my door, and im being attacked. When will it ever be safe,Tears of the Young
to walk out our front doors again.
The children being scared, from the news on t.v. Drawing disturbing images on paper, crying in their beds at night.
Some worried about their dads, some worried about their moms or others. Wondering when they will return home.
People dieing, suffering, lovers being appart, unable to touch. Mothers and Fathers having to tell their children, your dad or mom isn't coming back home.
These tears are the saddest, &nb
Unforgotten MemoryWalking down an endless road, Lights dimmed, No one seen at all.Unforgotten Memory
You can’t be judged today, Pedals fall,
Withering away.
Roses seem to wither faster, Maybe because they seem to resemble something.
Something from the past, Something from the future, Something from now.
Now, What a strong word. It can make people do crazy things, Or be forced in such a way.
Tonight my rose withers now, You want to know why, Just think about it.
An unforgotten memory, A memory of of you.
Fallen petalsRose petals fall Leaving a path behind.Fallen petals
As he follows it becomes stronger His hopes grow high He is overjoyed
The embrace at last Her scent mingling into him She must leave him though
She flees faster and faster But the petals are still there for him to follow
Suddenly the wind blows hard The traces of her are gone
She is lost He is dead
Being Able to FlyShe tried to remember her mother’s words clearly inside her head. How she had told her to stay on top and never let your hopes go down.Being Able to Fly
But had she honestly known what it was like? To be up here with these beautiful and perfect people?
She felt her wings lose feathers one by one by her nagging imperfections. She saw how her beautiful robes were now becoming stained by her depressing thoughts.
Her mind screamed “You don’t belong here! You don’t belong anywhere!” while her heart screamed “But you know you must try!”
But the mind outweighed her heart by an overwhelming margin. Especially when s
Conor II
Roses Drop
its been long..too long..
not sure how you got there, but think i have an idea...
<.< >.>
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*shrugs*
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You were right about the stars: each one is a setting sun.
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Without you everything falls apart...
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