Why Ive been acting this way
If only this was all a play
Where the hero saves the day
now things have turned out this way
i just have nothing left to say


poofThis world's full of uncertainty with no measure of tear-filled eyes. so you gotta stay strong, that way you can't go wrong. just hold on,poof
its been the same for far too long, soon everything'll go... poof.


The art of nothingnessWhere there is shadow There is light For shadow cannot exists without light Absence of light will not bring any shadow Only darkness But how do we know when it is dark If we do not know what is light Nothing exists on its own As there is a balance in everything Behind the state of peace Anger curses Behind the curtain of sanity Madness lurks In every creation There is destruction When there is a beginning There is an end Life is followed by death And death brings back life again Happiness and sadness Love and hatred IfThe art of nothingness


When all's said and doneWhen alls said and done What will you do In times of grief and mourning. It’ll tear your heart to death Deaths nothing about living Everything aboutWhen all's said and done
dying
Blood spills, heads roll The cock sounds its last crow. The light turns to dark Happiness to sorrow; O! What transition
Corpses laid out in the cold Left alone never spoken All forsaken.
Do you ever wonder where the dead go? Do they just lie inside their shells While bugs eat


Welled upDown on my knees I go A puppet of doubt and silent fury. Who lives, who breathes Really there can be no otherWelled up
Nowhere suits me but over yonder Nobody knows me but the speakers Ring out their songs of praise. Is the accuser always holy now?
Never dream, Never sing. The trumpets sound the last goodbye The last time, for one last cry. There will be, no turning back.


The Love LetterI have no way of knowing if you will ever read this. I can only pray this letter makes its way fatefully into your hands, so that you might understand what I've felt and why you meant so much to me. If you read this far, but not fully, then my dear you are truly a jackass. Regardless, this is my final confession to you. Please keep an open mindThe Love Letter
I remember the moment I first laid eyes on you. I don't think I ever told you this, but my first thought was, "I think that's him; I hope that's him." And then I felt foolish for wearing my highest pair of heels. Do you remember what I wore that night? You wore a kind of khaki trouse


Letter I love you. It all starts as simply as that. It always does. How can you not see it? How can you not sense it? Believe it, put your trust in it, feel it in the air when we are together? How can you disregard my pact-paced, beat-skipping heart? How can you never look upon me with kindness in heart and spirit, when I can assure you that my own heart beats for you? These lungs draw air for you, these eyes never crave the sight of anything unless it is your sight, this mind bears your thought constantly, this soul weeps for you, unable to withstand the fact that you are not here, I cannotLetter


My LetterDear friend,My Letter
Some one once said to write whatever it is that you can’t say.
So I’m writing you this letter now to let you know how much
you mean to me. It was meant as a birthday present, but
I couldn’t bring myself to deliver it to you.
There are so many things, so many important things…
Things that if I don’t tell you, I know I’ll regret it to the end of
my days. But I don’t know where to start.
I suppose… I can start by telling you that your mere presence
makes everything else easier in my life, and that all it takes to
make me smile is thinking of any


Through the Peeping Hole.Shes the new kid on the block!, Yelled Mary-Jane Sue. The kids gathered round the garden clock And whispered, Whys she so blue?.Through the Peeping Hole.
The proud Mary-Jane puffed out her chest, Theres naught about her that I dont know. Shes blue because she failed her test!. Boastfully, Mary-Jane began to glow.
Shes dumb as a dodo in my opinion, Sitting stupidly at her window sill. Tightly hugging her cozy cushion Whose edges are laced with frills..
I think she must have come fro
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