Time is money Every tick of an hand Life runs away Never know where it stands Surely it’s not for free 1 micro-litre of blood per second Invested in you For I thought Was worthwhile You must know And reassure That it was not For a waste
How are you not with someone? You're so beautiful and gentle Funny and charismatic Caring and unbelievably understanding You’re like a singular sunflower in a field of roses People always go for roses Because they think red is the most Love Filled color A dozen roses does not compare to a single sunflower Yellow means caution This could hurt But go for it Yellow is how I feel about a sunflower
Do you feel it when you’re flying, or does that come naturally to you? I swear I feel like I’m floating when we hold hands or kiss How does it feel to be so precious and light? That gravity can't hold you down to Earth Such a genuine person Funny Smart Really what's the catch
How does it feel when you walk into a room and time stops? When you get in my car and my heart stops A man who walks into a room and the walls collapse at the very sight of him
How has such an amazing person been hurt? Who was in charge of that Me? I’ll never do it again
Have you ever met someone and just thought? Is it you? It must be because the walls have collapsed “Hello,” I look up at you
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I know you're hurting baby and feel like giving up. You're building walls now baby but I'll climb on top. I'll break them down now baby and lift you up. You don't have to do this alone now baby, we'll partner up. Don't think you feel too much now baby, I know it's tough. I see your flame is dimming baby, I'll light you up. You must be exhausted baby, you've fought enough. I'll fight your battle baby, I'll take the blunt. If I could turn back time my baby, I'd wind it up. You know I need you baby, please don't give up.
The arrival of senselessness Is a great shadow over the earth, a cooling cloud in the summer causation of looking up--
Gift-givers wander the slopes and with packets of thought, They run their fingers along the stones and the trees and the fields Grassy, Following the trails of clouds wandering just as inconsequent Leaving tears as rain on the steppes and letting them drain into the deathly floors asking them to give the ability for new things to drink This is the true Holy Water
And a patchwork soul seeks, fixated, answers to the crackled nature of their vessel Running into the same stone of them, cancerous soon left to sands and dust Ozymandias
The blades of leaves rattle a sad salute Their ragged branches sheathed xylem, a perfect skyscraper design Preventing edema of the like kind
Show to me that this place in not but the momentary awareness of light, a stopping point in the infinite variation
To locate oneself in the rapid raveling of everything into one great big Sorrowful tear, running from the eternal blackness of the night that holds noting but the absence of itself.
Lived so much In dreams I'd forgotten what reality was, but now I'm back focused have a future no to where I'm going In life that a positive start to a new future at least I never lost the will to fight and never give till It's done
Nevever give up till It's over keep fighting for What Is right In order to survive