

In Your Little BoxIn a little box Lock me far away A strong, cold, little box Not near the light of dayIn Your Little Box
In that little box Store each memory All the little things Reminding you of me
A toy, a poem, a picture Gather them together My silver heart-shaped locket Hide them all forever
Throw into this box The smile I gave to you Add my loving gestures And the things I used to do
Don't leave out any words I had uttered so sincerely Or the times I touched your heart Cherishing you dearly
Forget not a single tear &nb


FoolishAlone, I sit and wonder Was it meant to be? And if it really wasn't Could the fault all lie with me? With a cherished smile he spoke Words of pure endearment Those terms filled me so with hope That all my horrid fears went He gazed into my eyes He gently stroked my hair Whispering, "I love you" Swearing forever he'd be there "I can be your knight You can be my queen" Was this all too perfect? Could this really be? With heaven in his presence Hell would melt away The clouds would always vanish My night would turn to day WithFoolish


GreenIf my grin spread any wider My mouth would tear at the sides Calm is my expression As I keep the Bitch insideGreen
Who is this girl you speak of? Why is she relevant now? Is she all that nice to look at? Are you attracted to her somehow?
Why are her jokes so funny? How do her stories catch your mind? If I look through your inner thoughts What secrets will I find?
Mental naked pictures Of her body, mind, and soul? Recollections of her anecdotes Hiding in there like a mole?
Is it her face that you are seeing When you


BreatheLike a hand around my throat This sickness denies me air I gasp and gulp in vain Although its all right thereBreathe
My lungs are aching now Pulsing for a breath Nothing brings them comfort From this suffocation death
I open my mouth wide Swallowing like a fish Flopping out of water Denied its final wish
Coaxing my frail body To catch some wind in our limp sails Please just bring my oxygen But, I beg to no avail
The blood is slowing down Like molasses in my veins My lids are dropping gradually As my consciousn


Because of What's BeenI Cant Look at you through flawless glass I cant let go Of my chaotic pastBecause of What's Been
I Cant Hold your hand and be unafraid I cant lay beside you And not think youll fade
I Cant Hear your words and not feel doubt I cant follow you On this unmapped route
I Cant Just sit still and enjoy this glee I cant accept your warmth Wash over me
I Cant Stop protecting my heart from ache I cant let go of the fear That its something youll break &


PartnerThank you, my Partner For being strong when Im weak Thank you for hearing me And letting me speak Thank you for seeing truth Past my own lies Thank you for understanding When I need to just cry Thank you for not judging Vicious things that I do Thank you for being there Each time I seek you Thank you for your hand Pulling me to my feet Thank you for pushing me To not succumb to defeat Thank you for the wisdom That your words always bear Thank you for your patience To always stay and repair All this damage Ive donPartner


Drowning DrowningDrowning
I look into the eyes,
Of the people that I meet And I am wounded to the core, By the lack of trust that I see It feels like I am drifting away, alone, It seems that no matter how high, I raise my voice, I am doing it on my own But there are many just like me, Who see the things I see They understand that it feels, Just...like....drowning!
Will you:
Follow me as I drown? I'm searching for the meaning What is lost can always be found, Except for innocence Follow me as I drown Sw


I'm Sorry I'm SorryI'm Sorry
The words just won't come right now, I don't know what say I never imagined, That I'd hurt you this way "Sorry" doesn't cut it, But still I am, just the same, And I would give anything... To take away your pain
And so I'm... So sorry that I, Couldn't be what you need, And that I made you bleed And I know that you won't see me, The same as you did before, But I hope so much for the day, When it doesn't hurt you anymore...
Even though I can't see you, I know that you cry, Believe me, I unde
The Oracle
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~*^~How do you know this is reality? Is any of it real or is it just someone's dream?~^*~
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Dying is an art like everything else and I do it exceptionally well...
It really means a lot that my work is being recognized.
If you have any questions or concerns,
please feel free to discuss them with me.
from shane morris~
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☆ Life is never quite like it seems. ★
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