I light a match and watch this scene,
Burn away in front of me,
Ashes of my misery"
"Through the years and miles between us
It's been a long and lonely ride
But if I got a call in the dead of the night
I'd be right by your side "
"Low? I'm on empty
Try to erase all the bad times
Free? I don't seem to be
My soul remains tied to your life"
"Through it all we kept the promise that we made: I swear you’ll never be lonely. Woke up to the sound of pouring rain, Washed away a dream of you. But nothing else could ever take you away, ’cause you’ll always be my dream come true - Oh my darling, I love you. Remember yesterday - walking hand in hand, Love letters in the sand - I remember you"
Hurt - "Rapture" (Acoustic)
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I don't know who i am...
I was hoping you could tell me?...then again, if I dont know who I am...how the fuck could you? guess im fucked innit?. I know that my 9-5 office rat job provides me with enough cash for me to head into town on weekends. I know that my life style will be my demise... but thats not a bad thing.... i'd rather live my life and die young then to be a no alcohol drinkin', no smokin', no fuckin', no eatin' straight edge mother fucker. And we're all gonna die some day.... we all know the end is coming.... so enjoy what time you have remaining .... what ever enjoyment means to you.... but if you tell me that being straight edge is fun... man, spend one weekend with myself... and we'll compare notes.
I don’t care what people think about me, I do what I do because I like it...im a genuine nice person never intentionally hurt anyone ...this aint me selling myself by the way just in a profound mood this afternoon...I’ll probably read this tomorrow and think "what the fuck am I rambling on about"....but hey that’s just me.
The girl in the picture above is Rexette, my best friend in life, we've been through alot together, shes always there for me as I am for her & I know that we'll be friends forever - Love you my dear.
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Ode to Jeet....
I knew a dude called Jeet
Who had smelly feet
He's the kinda guy you'd meet
Who wouldn't offer his seat
To an elderly woman from Crete
Damn that dude called Jeet __________________________________
Ode to Jeet....Part Deux!
I know a man called Jeet
Who sat on the toilet seat
He couldn't find his meat
At least his pubes were nice and neat
Damn that man called Jeet
and damn his smelly feet. - Poems by Bob __________________________________