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The Nameless Lover's EpicLet us go then You and I When the evening is spread out against the sky Like a patient drugged upon the table Let us ride those certain half-deserted streets Those muttering retreatsThe Nameless Lover's Epic
Of restless nights in one night cheap hotels And sawdust restaurants with oyster shells To lead us to an over-whelming question What is this? No, lets us go and make our visit
The yellow fog that rubs its back upon the window panes The yellow fog that pokes from the sunshine's hour Slipped by the terrace, made a sudden leap And seeing that this October night was ours
by ~Innocence-bottled
I Dream Of RoadsI always dream,I Dream Of Roads
of a road to somewhere
the End hidden in Darkness
On this road I see foot prints,
small, big, all running away yet here I stay. Why?
I stand afraid and alone cowardice, and self-pity this is when the rains come ghosts too
They briefly touch and move on hidden with a veil made of Ambition they touch and move,
coddle and abandon
Onwards towards Dreams of futures
dreams that they follow with haste they dream of great things they dream of Destinations
I only dream of roads &nbs
by ~Innocence-bottled
The Angy, Sad, and WierdIt was all a dream to me, and what once was a promise of a brighter day turned to ash within me, and some one, somewhere cried, brother our unrefined dream plaguing us with nightmare memoriesThe Angy, Sad, and Wierd
Our childish cries for people we said we hated in the night, silly us nowhere is there saviors, or heroes, decadence ails us all never a day that we couldn’t have done just a little more millions lost and us in perfect harmony discord we own it all
Believe that you hypnotized me and now cant look me in the eyes now in shame you can’t even speak my name, turn away from me addict
by ~Innocence-bottled
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Sing to me.by ~sangis
you can't make them love you.He is beautiful, new, unexplored. He has wanted to kiss her ever since they met one week ago and fell prey to helpless chemistry.you can't make them love you.
“Don’t,” she says, moving her hands in a subconscious “yes” pattern along his arm as he rubs his cheek against hers. “You don’t even know my favourite colour.” The wind cuts through her thin jacket, and his chest is so warm.
“Red,” he guesses, improbably correct. His ears are cold.
by ~estallidos
gift from a kidby *cuson
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- Current Residence: Where I sleep
- Interests: Fun
- Favourite movie: The Pursuit of Happyness
- Favourite band or musician: Say Anything
- Favourite genre of music: Alternative
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- Favourite game: Basketball
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- Personal Quote: "The Person you love is the Person you Elect to make you feel Miserable."
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