When we parted, it split my soul in two, half of me was so in love, the other half was through! Sara~ Please. don’t talk about me when I’m gone, Even if the things I said were wrong. You know my heart was true and this love belonged to you, So ~ please don’t talk about me when I’m gone. When you’re feeling lonely, sad and blue, You know this lonely heart belonged to you. You know my heart was true and this love belonged to you, So ~ Please don’t talk about me when I'm gone.
There were dividing lines between springfield and mariners gate soft, subtle lines that spoke of origin and code and biting union
it was all the reason for being; alive and living dead or dying deep in a pack of pint size resistors hell bent on the marsh crow and cannabis tower jumping the rush with *** shots and anchors and tribunals
camouflage creepers and transient floaters marked rebellion at the gates (skullduggery and taunt high on their favor list) jack straws and flat paddles for the evening charade beakers and flailing hands from the foot washing baptist (the pleasant street conservatives with their own something to say…“there’s gonna be hell to pay!”)
there's a lingering effect to this sentiment (evident in the pump house stride) the river winds blow gently into the night as the huddling packers and **** backs chase the evening hours
it’s a bitter sweet end of an era; those traction bars hood scoops and nickel bags will always be the rage
How can we proceed with ease when we can hardly trust each other? I have scars that run deep like still waters do – only the ocean can fathom what I’m going through. I hope the bridges we burn illuminate our paths because the darkness tends to distort our vision. But you can hardly notice the difference because you always have your eyes closed. If the truth hurts when I write it, imagine how you’ll feel when you hear it. I have pain that runs deeper than still waters do – only the ocean can fathom what I’m going through. You always remained well-composed like a Mozart classic but if the world is your canvas then who’s your muse? I used to dream about the Grim Reaper driving a Phantom in a graveyard littered with my endeavours of trying to be someone worthy of your love. My friend Charles once told me that things would change but not always for the better. But as long as you’re a King then you’ll eventually find yourself someone as phenomenal as Coretta. No amount of morphine can ease the pain; it may seem insane but I still take pride in the scars I gain. I have pain that runs deeper than still waters do – only the ocean can fathom what I’m going through. I hope the bridges you burn illuminate your path because the darkness will distort your vision. But you will hardly notice the difference because you always have your eyes closed and never really pay attention.
I won't pledge allegiance to the United States flag, I only pledge allegiance to God. Certain people may think that is stupid, ridiculous and odd. I will only pledge allegiance to The Almighty Lord. When it comes to making it to the paradise, I'm on board.
I pledge allegiance to the flag a symbol which we sought For which it stand the high ideals that we all forgot One nation superior to all who stand opposed Because they do not see, feel, or know what we know under god just in case you were calm we have to remind you That there is a great and powerful being that controls, oppresses, and binds you Indivisible with justice and liberty for all who can afford it But if you are not just like us you might as well ignore it So here is your allegiance without the mystery The subtle undertones that you might be able to see Welcome to a symbol which we can unite behind And ignore that acts of barbarity that would normally trouble our mind