When I fall, He helps me back up. Only known him for 3 years, But it's been the best years ever. My heart was broken, He helped me get through it. I wanted to end my life, But he helped me see through it. Dallas is my friend 'til the end.
Dallas has been a huge impact on my life, he is amazing!!!!! I`m just so sad that I`m moving because I won`t be able to see him.
The cold winters touch clawing at the window. The need for change moves with the seasons, but the idea of you stays evergreen.
Hair flutters, beautiful in the wind. Her power so tough, it's nearly a sin. She'll wreck your world when she's feeling stormy. But today, she's calm, not even a stir. Waking her up just to look at her. Eyes like two planets, orbiting my soul. Wondering if we'd run away, Would her touch still feel the same?
If she's mad, she could destroy. But today for me, she is calm
Each scar is a story to tell But a heartache is a book to be published Only the killer can heal this wound Of distant thoughts and forlorn dreams Orb of white in twinkled sea of empty To paint a frame of wonder The riddle of guidance hidden in our satellite Cratered land of forgotten giants The symbol of pursuit and discovery A world of destiny to be held in the palm
Brush memories like fresh paint And pike the ground where the sky fell Let it be known where the dream landed And remember the burial as death personified Leave the ache, keep your heart Bury both and forget who you are But digress one scratch and let new life blossom The seed to the breathing, new leaves on bruises Life needs light to grow without doubt Goodnight Luna, maybe again you will be sky-high Today, to abandon the night and await your new phase For today, to begin a search for soul under kind Sol
The best I can achieve To loving you Again Is a half-hearted glance At your heart. The beating, ****** ***** So pompous in its origin To feel the twinges of desire And the throat, so clear And so precise To tell me how You’d think I’d be perfectly wonderful And nice. And did I prove you wrong? Or did I do anything at all To express my adoration, Besides tell you pretty silvery things, Word soup on a platter, And cutting fierce glances Across an otherwise empty room? Did I do anything To prove love Even to myself? Besides take a train To LA, To find, of all things, An **** field Where I knew I would meet myself In disarray? Did I do anything Ever To surpass spirit and ***** Or am I just going To be the one That always wanted you In darkness and in light? Did I do anything but dream The whole unending, Maddening Night?