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sandra-wissinger
sandra-wissinger
American I really don't know who I am. I'm still trying to figure that out. I like to try to give people the impression that I'm a badassphilosophermusicianrockstarsexual goddesswriterartist but it's not actually true.
My boyfriend says I'm pretty and smart A curse I would say It caused a thousand different men To implant a spirit of lust in me Which is hard to shake off And without choice God took my hand and told me it's okay Jesus came into my life and showed me the way I'm afraid to take the first step, so terrified I want to hide and be neutral but that is impossible I don't want to be like everyone else, but it's so easy I want that piece of heaven in the sky and in my heart, but it's so difficult to fly Jesus is so beautiful and everything about God's kingdom is so grand I just feel so ***** sometimes I'm even afraid to be forgiven Because smoking and drinking and having *** are too easy, too enjoyable *** is slowly leaving me The desire is gone, because I've been hurt with it too many times But how do you tell this to someone who loves you and makes love to you because he's in love? He would never in a million years understand He has his own path to follow, and I have no idea which one it is Because he doesn't even have direction So it isn't wise to follow him anyway, though I wish there were another way I dream of a man who would wait And would love me and respect me enough to forgive me for all the things I've done And when we've been devoted to each other, he views me as pure and beautiful-just for him He knows how to support himself He would support me But we are a team We are both a part of God's kingdom Our romance is everlasting And so all the aspects of life would be in place Call me a dreamer? You're wrong It's in the book, it's REAL I know people who are doing it I'm just so slow to learn, so fearful I'm paralyzed Because everything in my life would have to crumble before I made the decision to be perfect My boyfriend says I'm extreme It really is one way or another On the inside I'm a 2%-er So disgusted by the ways of the 98%, yet I love them too much to let them go Hard work is hard work and that's what it takes to cross over Sometimes I think it would be better to be ignorant To think that there's really no other way and simply assimilate myself to a vapid existence As long as I am having fun But I know of a promise for paradise and an extraordinary human experience But it's too great for me right now It's too big So intimidating Though I know I torture Jesus with every breath I take As I continue to do nothing about it.
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Dec 24, 2012
Dec 24, 2012 at 2:31 AM UTC
It is indeed the end of the world.
My boyfriend says I'm pretty and smart A curse I would say It caused a thousand different men To implant a spirit of lust in me Which is hard to shake off And without choice God took my hand and told me it's okay Jesus came into my life and showed me the way I'm afraid to take the first step, so terrified I want to hide and be neutral but that is impossible I don't want to be like everyone else, but it's so easy I want that piece of heaven in the sky and in my heart, but it's so difficult to fly Jesus is so beautiful and everything about God's kingdom is so grand I just feel so ***** sometimes I'm even afraid to be forgiven Because smoking and drinking and having *** are too easy, too enjoyable *** is slowly leaving me The desire is gone, because I've been hurt with it too many times But how do you tell this to someone who loves you and makes love to you because he's in love? He would never in a million years understand He has his own path to follow, and I have no idea which one it is Because he doesn't even have direction So it isn't wise to follow him anyway, though I wish there were another way I dream of a man who would wait And would love me and respect me enough to forgive me for all the things I've done And when we've been devoted to each other, he views me as pure and beautiful-just for him He knows how to support himself He would support me But we are a team We are both a part of God's kingdom Our romance is everlasting And so all the aspects of life would be in place Call me a dreamer? You're wrong It's in the book, it's REAL I know people who are doing it I'm just so slow to learn, so fearful I'm paralyzed Because everything in my life would have to crumble before I made the decision to be perfect My boyfriend says I'm extreme It really is one way or another On the inside I'm a 2%-er So disgusted by the ways of the 98%, yet I love them too much to let them go Hard work is hard work and that's what it takes to cross over Sometimes I think it would be better to be ignorant To think that there's really no other way and simply assimilate myself to a vapid existence As long as I am having fun But I know of a promise for paradise and an extraordinary human experience But it's too great for me right now It's too big So intimidating Though I know I torture Jesus with every breath I take As I continue to do nothing about it.
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The very second he leaves A dark void begins to form I finger the musical keys With melancholic music I mourn Because when he was here I could breathe I could smile and talk and sing But now that he took the heart on my sleeve All that is left is remembering I know in my depth my knight will return To the stone cold castle in the sky But I still have gargoyles and urns And things that could easily die I have created a collection Of monstrous items to hold I cannot seem to win the battle Between me and my wretched soul My hair has grown long since I saw him last Longer than the crimson lace of my dress Trying to leave a shadow I can’t even cast Leaving me hungry for blood and flesh The portcullis of my terrain Is wrapped in red and dead roses With each gust they whisper his name As each lifeless petal poses The vine of thoughts strangles my weak neck I promised the world I’d be strong I want him as well to be fit on his trek If not, have we all been living wrong? Death is tempting when you have a moat Surrounding your very home Rope or dagger to the throat? I prefer to be left alone! The Hourglass is my worst enemy He haunts me in my dreams When slumber lets me in for a peak I see My heart with all its fragile seams I tell myself there’s a Queen inside Where is she now? She’s let the people starve and suffer She’s let the people down The people are inside her head The people of the future’s past A drink and smoke can only let The fear come just as it passed Nothing will aid the aching The Queen has gone mad She throws what ends up breaking But it is making no one sad
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Jun 2, 2012
Jun 2, 2012 at 7:26 PM UTC
The Queen
The very second he leaves A dark void begins to form I finger the musical keys With melancholic music I mourn Because when he was here I could breathe I could smile and talk and sing But now that he took the heart on my sleeve All that is left is remembering I know in my depth my knight will return To the stone cold castle in the sky But I still have gargoyles and urns And things that could easily die I have created a collection Of monstrous items to hold I cannot seem to win the battle Between me and my wretched soul My hair has grown long since I saw him last Longer than the crimson lace of my dress Trying to leave a shadow I can’t even cast Leaving me hungry for blood and flesh The portcullis of my terrain Is wrapped in red and dead roses With each gust they whisper his name As each lifeless petal poses The vine of thoughts strangles my weak neck I promised the world I’d be strong I want him as well to be fit on his trek If not, have we all been living wrong? Death is tempting when you have a moat Surrounding your very home Rope or dagger to the throat? I prefer to be left alone! The Hourglass is my worst enemy He haunts me in my dreams When slumber lets me in for a peak I see My heart with all its fragile seams I tell myself there’s a Queen inside Where is she now? She’s let the people starve and suffer She’s let the people down The people are inside her head The people of the future’s past A drink and smoke can only let The fear come just as it passed Nothing will aid the aching The Queen has gone mad She throws what ends up breaking But it is making no one sad
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