I found me in the nuance lost me in the extreme reduced me to a shoebox so you could be the star of the scene breaking at the seams, seen this exact sequence in my dreams angels always warning me of the person attempting to scorn me
Forever, isn't a contemplation for a girl's nature of "temptation" to be (now and forevermore)...become "tempted" itself! Don't be naive.... Because if it does go according to this very standard wish of one's very contemplation state... Then your again (now and forevermore) meant to be..."naive!" Wishes don't contemplate your desires into a wishful bottle full of unlimited possibilities. But instead take rapid possession of that very "bottle full of unlimited possibilities"... And suspects that very girl to commit (right away) towards the very situational desires that grow on that very contemplation state itself. (Like vines that are just willingly able to sprout itself as part of it's tempted nature to do so, among natures own contemplation state.) Something this very girl would argue isn't the same (when and ONLY when)...they start to officially "doubt" that very contemplation state (first and foremost). And this is when the very quote to this very passage weeps accordingly to that very contemplation state. When it (first and foremost) becomes "tempted" by that very nature (that's made to be this main ingredient...forever)! Because when that happens... Then that very girl's "tempted" contemplation, is made too be (forever open) to the possibilities for more issues to start to arise more attraction to the girl's very temptation towards that very contemplation state. And it does this either (first or last). Since it now (forevermore) doesn't matter what implication first arises in whatever order or category, essentially speaking. Whatever exchanges that very trade for trust to be the beneficial reason for doubt to "taint" ALL for a single contemplation to meet it's end... Would then officially (more than ever)...become the last certified "lasting" impression for the girls very tempted self among a contemplation. Then whatever comes next (before whatever had just "centered" itself first and foremost) will in fact bend to the will of the next sequence of events, essentially too follow. PS... Remember, "forever" is made to reason the abstract will to a girl's more "primal" justification at heart!
Detesting full logic to the benefits of some untested angle here (without knowing of the entire implications ahead of time)... Would in fact spill out trouble for the (least likely too succeed), reasonably speaking.
In dreams A sequence to memory Everything that happens Is a lie Everything that happens Is a truth It is beyond comprehension I dive into every night Repeat everything Forget it next thing in the morning.
When I placed the squares under my tongue, I opened up a portal in my head to elsewhere. I never want it closed. The mistakes I keep making once again make a grand display on the center stage. It's coming to a close.
Snake the internal path to a detached land, hands and arms thrusting a T like Jesus. I cannot let it close. Trace the slipping blades of grass with no demand, but to find my voice, hidden, wherever it lies. I cannot let it close.
I'm at a stage, where stepping back reveals my influences have transcended and become me, when what I need, is to find myself and then speak.
My existence in his life vanished long ago Now I write this poem to say Adiós
There wasn't much story to tell, "How can you like someone who you've never really got along that well?" The first time we met I saw something worth the pain; Flashing light aching to be found, Lived upon himself
Years tormented me Forced to conceal what I felt underneath Until I found what I thought could be it; Secret poems to forget him
Felt secure my words wouldn't reach him Needing more to feel appeased Staring at the button line spelling "S.E.N.D" I slide my fingertip and hold tight onto it, Cataleptic of the fuzz I would tremble myself in
He's persistent in knowing my name Yet there's nothing else left to say All this anxiety drives me insane, Thought I was over him somehow, Suddenly all this sentiment runs back I want to scream, I want to cry Why can't I tell him goodbye?
As mystery this will remain Not willing to shatter what's left Hoping all this will soon fade away I open my heart and truely say: Please stay away.