How neurotic are you? |
I really hope Im not the only one who does this. Have you eve been soo emotionally detached, that from time to time you, for example, play songs that you know are gonna sting like a bitch...
Posted by on Tue, 20 May 2008 09:26:00 GMT |
Real Friends |
Lemme tell what a real friend is. When your neurotic dope fiend, mother of your children locks/ kicks you out of the home you had been sharing becuase she wont work, and your world is rearranged...
Posted by on Tue, 20 May 2008 08:57:00 GMT |
Reality Check |
Im not sure what to do. Theres this woman that i cant get outta my head, but Ive gotten the dreaded "friend" label hanging over my head like a warning beacon. So any amorous overtures...
Posted by on Mon, 19 May 2008 16:36:00 GMT |
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Eyes that lit up my nights
Smiles that melted the ice inside
Her mere mention would set me alight
And Ill never make her mine
Posted by on Sun, 18 May 2008 23:20:00 GMT |
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Each time I try to forget
Something says her name
Hoping I can remember
All my hope was in vain
Posted by on Sun, 18 May 2008 23:19:00 GMT |
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The weight of the years
Refused to yield to the dawn
Quite content to remain
Until all hope is gone
Scattered memories of bliss still linger
Like cruel remnants of a dream
Id long since forgott...
Posted by on Sun, 18 May 2008 23:18:00 GMT |
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Ive yearned for the promise
I found in your eyes
A glimpse of salvation
Before its due time
Now the flames still linger
From hopes funeral pyre
Loves vague memory was
The kindling for the fire
Posted by on Sun, 18 May 2008 23:18:00 GMT |
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You alone have held the power to move
Me out of my shell and over these walls
Kicking and screaming I fought to stay
Locked in my tower where sunlight never fals
Your beauty alone had scattered...
Posted by on Sun, 18 May 2008 23:17:00 GMT |
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As the smoke begins to clear
And the sky isnt as grey
I finally smile at the suns warmth
For Ive yet to have my day
The shadows still linger
Making it hard to see
Whats yet to some, what is
And...
Posted by on Sun, 18 May 2008 23:17:00 GMT |
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Firmly ensconced in my solitude
Thumbing my nose at the lovers
As they pass by my walls
Smiling, laughing, and touching one another
I prefer my isolation, and its echoing darkness
At least my ...
Posted by on Sun, 18 May 2008 23:16:00 GMT |
