Some wishes don’t come true
That doesn’t mean that lives are lived in vain
Things didn’t turn out the way I wanted
There’s no one to blame
I tried to make the right decisions
I didn’t always do so
But bitterness doesn’t get me anywhere
Let’s get on with the show

You try to be philosophical
Shrug your shoulders
Learn from your mistakes
That’s the way it is for everyone
The make or breaks of the human condition
The gives and the takes
In the tumult of daily living
The rise and fall of life‘s tide

Coulda, woulda, shoulda
Leave it behind

Crossing over
Erase thee
Undeniable hurting
The story I fumble through
Constantly
Gazing
Through an empty stare
Satellites
Hovering waiting
To be discovered
Passing by
In my rearview
For only a moment
If only I noticed
You more before
I threw away
The greatest gift I was ever handed 
Slight of hand
Mischievous glare
You had me
The moment are eyes locked up
Your my harshest mistake
Yet my greatest joy
A one way ticket to jubilee
Biggest regret by far
Losing
The one angel worth waking up too
I tumbled into a landslide
After you went away
When that truck drove out
Of the driveway
I fell to knees
Knowing **** well
I’d never truly
Recover myself to any degree
There is never enough heat
To revive me from the cold
Shivers that run ramped on
My dreaded soul without you
I feel such nothingness
As the emptiness twinges
The echos howl in pain

There is a deep empty space inside of me
which no one wishes to understand
My tears are a monument to them
My strife and toil is their eternal bliss
quietly forgotten I sink deeper
I never wished to be this way It was none of my choice
to be an off **** in your field of flowering blossoms
soon to be snuffed out and forgotten in the amber
dust to dust ashes to ashes
overlooked and unwanted unneeded and unhelpful
A deep stain in the linen needing only to be removed
When will I be set free? When will it end?
There is nothing left for me here. There never was
and there never will be.

Because I can be cruelty I.Q
Living decades with meandering peasant tribe attempting missing link catalogue.

Little civilized boot camp blunder statement tree of family disaster looks at me in my country of civil war retired diplomat.

Since war crimes became gold apology darts on my grass

Spat from **** diesel ****
Boy **** kingdom of prison greed pain for profit in hostility homework effort?

I got here escape Hiroshima Holocaust to evolved proliteriate family member of engineering resolve world diplomacy error paychecks

I'm at poverty civil rights poetry slave

You are engineering mistake of ****** ***** monetary endangerment, click

Que cards for Sasha daters

I write for the video game version I watch half a minute if her interaction with my industry girl right here in thousand oaks and we was confused.

Like a year to give that text stamp up

Industry girl strategy and logistics need the decency staff please Jenna

Jenna found me after I beat psych evals in early education self taught

That's some ****** education
Another ace is the godfathers son and old friend Lucien Rocco

Alex Rocco's boy

Maybe Alex and Lucien are my talent agency maybe I'm disappointed in Jonah, still we have John Denmark from Germany, a crout?

Nuclear skin, and eyes...
Chemically bent, to erode.

Set me afire, and watch me explode--
watch me...
let the ghosts, of your Chernobyl,
become my own, and haunt me.

I'm an active field...
Yielding blackened wheat,
for a [redacted] meal.

I'm an active field...
stealing slabs, of meat,
in lacerated weals.
Watch me...

let the ghosts, of your Chernobyl,
become my own, and haunt me.

Colonel Lingus was a cunning linguist,
He would slither, and slobber and dribble,
With his tongue he would stroke, with a push and poke,
and a wiggle about in the middle,
Though the talk of the town, when he had his head down,
Not a word ever could be distinguished.

Colonel Lingus was a gourmet lover,
He would travel the world for its flavours,
But his favourite dish, sort of tasted like fish,
And he’d eat out with quite odd behaviours,
When he tasted sweet slimes, he would quiver with rhymes,
If you met him you’d never recover.

Colonel Lingus had a special interest,
He had mastered a delicate motion,
When he put it within’er, and then gestured ‘come hither’,
It was said he could summon the ocean,
So the ladies spoke highly, although often quite shyly,
But he played himself down like the simplest.

I can see you as clear as I see myself

The difference is I want to save you

I want you to get old, and say it was just a phase

I want you you live

I want you to love

I want everything for you

Just like everyone wants everyting for me

I can see you as clear as I see myself