You see the smile,

I feel its pain,

And the accused stands there,

Being guilty of everything but giving me the love I needed,

Sentencing me to a life of imprisonment within my own jail cell,

As each day passes,

I feel as if I was the guilty one,

Giving you what I didn't want to,

Letting you break down that barrier, behind which I stood,

Little did I know,

That you weren't the person that was going to save me from falling,

But you were the car whose headlights flashed so brightly in my eyes,

Leaving nothing but tears crashing in to my soul,

Stealing each breath of mine while I lay there,

I suddenly became a statistic that day,

She who loved, she who lost, she who felt each part of her heart breaking,

As though it was physically possible,

The illusion of an happy ending, was all that it remained,

An illusion,

This made so many like her live life in its utmost delusion,

When you give your heart away once,

The owner of the sparkle in your eyes then belongs to someone else,

And when they leave, they take that sparkle with them,

That is why you only need to look into the eyes of an individual,

And you will be able to see just how much they have loved and more importantly just how much They have lost in life,

For that's why we all walk without seeing,

Sometimes the truth you see in someone's eyes,

Is more than you could have ever expected,

So frighteningly honest and bare,

And one day, when you're looking at your reflection,

You may not even know whose eyes you're looking into.

Take the things we all say and hear,
and accept them as the truth...

If A+B=C and C=D makes A+B=D
Then,
If history repeats itself
and it's written by the victor,
then originality isn't winning.

If cowards die many times before their death
and dead men tell no tales,
then we should trust cowards.

If I practice what I preach,
and tell others to do as I say and not as I do,
then I'm lying.

If opportunity never knocks twice,
and at first I don't succeed,
then he should try the doorbell.

But wait,

If revenge is sweet,
and a dish served best cold
then why are we making guns instead of ice cream?

If it takes one to know one,
and fools rush where angels fear to tread,
then do angels fear because they were once fools?
or is it foolish to overcome fear?

If love can conquer all,
and all is fair in love and war,
then love truly must be blind.
Why else hasn't love found a way to make everything fair?

...If I take the things we all say and hear,
and accept them as the truth,
then will all the things we say and hear, start becoming true?

Or

If

I take a closer look,
and see,
that some things are true and others not,
that saying one thing can mean another,
that talk can be cheap but it can't be bought
that we all want to go to heaven, yet still don't want to die
and learn
to think for ourselves
because even quotes have intentions,
the best of which pave the road to hell,

Then

Love can make life seem surprisingly fair.

The fools of the past can be the angels of the future.

We might spend more money on ice cream than on guns.

Opportunity might knock again, so that I can admit my mistakes and practice what I've learned, so that all the cowards and the lies can be conquered by originality...

...and history can stop repeating itself.

Accept the truth, so that it becomes what we hear and say.

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and though it put the candle out
          it drew
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                      to yours

Wondering souls
All feeling so numb
Somehow my soul escapes from this destined hell

Lies and deceit
While far away menaces find a way to pry
All tempting fate
All the secrets are lies

Subsiding Pain
It throbs while it all slips away
Flowing blood drifts
Along with any of my self-consciousness

Looking away
While turning to hide
The sounds of sorrow
Theres a terrifying cry
Screech and scream;
a door of escape
Because once again you are tempting fate.

Your feet smell,
But i know they'd walk a thousand miles for me.

Your hands are always cold,
But the slightest touch sends me to paradise.

You bottle things up,
But i also know my love is in there along with your emotions.

You're too far away,
But every minute of every day, i feel your breath on my neck my love.

You have anger issues,
But that proves how passionately you feel, in your heart.

All this said??, i am ginger,a ****** day walker,
So thankyou for putting up with me this past year...


                                           (c) eileenmcgreevy@ymail.com 2010