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Erian Rose Apr 2019
We danced in the heat of the summer,
We sang along in the glistening silence,
We walked in the roads of lilacs,
We caught fireflies in the starlight,
We reached past our limits,
We acted like every day was our last
And what I wish wasn't our ending.
Karijinbba Jul 2018
There was a very cautious man
Who never laughed or played
He never risked, he never tried,
He never sang or prayed.
And when he on day passed away,
His insurance was denied,
For since he never really lived,
They claimed he never died.
Jump into life lose win grow shrink live hate cry love love and love children men women cat dog anything share what you learn so others won't have to suffer.
Many nights ago,
you sang a love song to me.
I remember you singing often. Your voice is beautiful and could never be described as rotten. When will we sing together again? I remember how my heart fluttered the last time we did.
nana nilsson Jun 2016
For første gang i lang tid kan jeg lytte til en sørgelig sang, uden at blive trist. For selv de værste ting synes ikke så slemme lige nu. Og det blæser, men vinden er ikke kold.
Daylight 4U2C Jan 2014
If you give a wishing stone,
she'll travel out all on her own.
She'll  leave behind the fear and pain,
and keep herself from going insane.
While her friends are getting diagnosed,
she'll be somewhere in her boat.
Maybe she'll have tea for two,
but at least she'll know what to do.
And they may ask, and plead, and beg to be in her world,
but she'll certainly say,
"Be gone, be gone, or off with your head."
Which should be said, since they cursed her be dead.
If you give a girl a wishing stone,
she'll truly feel all alone,
and for those who never cared "be gone!"
The queen has finally sang her song.
She was never a fool, just a withered small bud,
and those pigs would throw her around in the mud.
So sure she dreams and dazes off,
but she can do whatever she wants.
She earned a bit of recognition,
for all antagonize and inhibition.
Give that girl some cheer,
she fought a war for all those years.
Stop the hate for her being crushed,
unlike some, she had no love!
The glass shattered hard,
it's no surprised it became shards.
Giving time and yells,
doesn't heal, it kills.
If you give a girl a wishing stone,
you've given her one happiness finally of her own.
eliza bonnet Mar 2014
the words flowed out of me
like a current flows in a river
and when she spoke
she sang

beauty will never have a definition
but she seemed pretty **** close

branches break
like hearts
and the journey to find who we are
is just about to start

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