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Mar 2014 · 375
Let me slip into my dream
Life is so complicated
sometimes you just want to get away
everyday, so many faces
so many places and so much to say
when the world is full of hurt
deception and sadness
why don't we have an escape
from this blazing madness
where is the love that is long foretold
and where is the peace we hope to hold
let me lie still now and forget my worries
let me slip into my dream
and all its glories
Mar 2014 · 224
Untitled
These lonely nights only lead to deep pondering
why was the earth left with no explanation
and peoples intention to keep wandering
independence and creativity
are both a virtue and a vice
but ultimately
our fate seems dependent on a set of dice
does anyone truly understand love or
are they just as naïve using it as a cover
the truth about money
and *** and power
is everyone works day after day
just to always desire more
how silly we must look from above
running around
like we think we can control our fate
we really are wasting our time
we are only in an observing state
Mar 2014 · 287
If you only knew
If you only knew how much you meant to me
I can have whatever I want in this world
but nothing makes me happy
nothing will, except for you
you are the only thing I cannot have
nothing else will do
that's the torture of it all
having everything that I want
everyone would **** to be me
to have the things that I have
but such things only temporarily distract me
no, I will have a life of true loneliness
because of a heart full of true love
for someone who never felt the same way
oh my dear drown me now
or forever be with me!
it's unfair what happened to me
I never made a wrong choice
I just chose love
I hate the world for being so cruel
to an innocent girl
nobody will see you the way that I do
it isn't you either
it is the idea of you I have in my mind
I wouldn't have you now
if you were at my door
Mar 2014 · 273
Playlist
Whether we are conscious of it or not,
music is on a constant playlist,
running through our minds.
Each person with a specific genre;
seasons of our life are songs
and days are the lines.
Enjoy the music,
let it play out completely.
Don't let anyone touch it,
you're the D.J.

— The End —