The child has gone Such a long time They searched like everywhere But something told them The child has gone They started looking inwards Watching expressions Looking for that clue So strange, nothing The child has gone Days turned to weeks Nothing Nationwide alert Calls came in, including the cranks The child has gone The search died down Talk spread Children stayed indoors Fear became the byword
She watched within the large tree Her secret hiding place It was fun The earth collapsed pulling her under She tried to scream Too late The child has gone.
happy anniversary you let me **** your flaccid **** then let me go ***** wet exposed nothing but your ***** sheets to shield me from your sting "i dont feel the same way" you said every word a nail in my coffin.
We all have faces that we hide away forever and we take them out and show ourselves when everyone is gone and we look at what the years have done and realize that everything on the outside changes but what really matters is on the inside and that mostly remains the same.
We tell ourselves stories in order to live and we cure physical diseases with medicine but find out that the only cure for loneliness, despair, and hopelessness is love, so don't hope but decide and have some fun on that final ride as you approach the end.
Wash what is *****, water what is dry, heal what is hurt, dry tears that are shed, warm what is cold and guide what goes off the road so you can lighten your load and don't be afraid to try again as everyone goes south every now and then as we all fall in love though we disregard the danger but learn that it takes strength to love again but it takes courage to be loved.
It takes strength to survive but it takes courage to live just as it takes strength to feel a friends pain and courage to feel your own pain, so change the changeable, accept the unchangeable and remove yourself from the unacceptable. Jon York 2015
sometimes strength is not how many weights you can lift at once or the many burdens you can carry alone not even how your heavy heart can still beat sometimes, strength can simply be waking, again and again, facing the same agony each day and yet still waking each morning facing the sun and the rain and being brave
He painted me with the faith Color to make me as his wish I was so glad he believe me I would be real in his sketch
He hold me, croon for me Dance and smirk with me He comes close to share his emotion I feel proud as I shine in his passion
Where are you going leaving me alone? I could not be here without your shadow I feel suffocation in this canvass I would be scared in this dimness
I am so isolate without your hug You make me smile blush me up Now I can't be happy nor can cry As the tears will take identity of my The only thing you left for me The only thing I can carry for you That makes me feel alive in this canvass