Happiness is what you give me"But just as sure
as my favorite color is blue,
know that i would
SET MYSELF ON FIRE FOR YOU,
and still feel like i owe you too.
For happiness is what you give me,
And smile is what you make me do"
"from him to her" --- Me
Broken PerspectiveBroken PerspectiveBroken Perspective
Awake to the sound of silence,
And wonder why you cannot speak. Awake, blind beside your bed, And wonder why you cannot see. The light at the top of the stairs will burn out before we reach it. Society- Governed by self-intrest. Golden rule- non-existant! If men were angels, Then we would not stand between This life and the next blinded By the veil of envy that plagues us. If men were angels... Instead, we will face the audience upon the stage. Given only an hour to plead our case; Only to ruin a chance
None But Burning King ArthurNone But Burning King ArthurNone But Burning King Arthur
Distractions and fatigue, None but burning. Keep wheels turning, The only true feelings I believe.
King Arthur and his knights, Of the round table. Gather in a horse's stable, Often on midnights.
Practice for combat, They loved all of camelot. Disgrace her? They did not, Never to give in and fall flat.
Facing all whom they oppose, On the battle field. With swords and shields they wield, And always succede-or so i suppose.
The ever Cliche Love PoemThe Ever Cliché Love PoemThe ever Cliche Love Poem
Misplaced dialogue we shared, Along with many grins. And considerment of friends,
It's nice to know you cared.
To you I mean nothing, Save your breath for conservation- Save your mind for concentration, To me you are everything.
You have left your flip-flop, Modern day Cinderella and a lost shoe. The only thing to identify you, I hear the rain drip-drop.
Gone with the Wind similarity, Classic embrace in front of battle. And the artillery shells rattle, All forgotten by my sincerity.
Snow Falling and relaxationSnow falling and relaxationSnow Falling and relaxation
Snow falling over a barren field, The wind whispering our names. Blowing over picture Frames, Despite the inner warmth i feel.
No one is outdoors or even above, The soft hum of the heater is heard. Replacing the usual sound of a bird, Everyone snuggled with the ones they love.
A time where emotions reprimand, The snow is by far too deep. And it is too loud to sleep, Yet not too warm to hold hands.
The wonderful joys of winter life, The cold, the wind, the sound. And not to forget what's on the groun
.Mesmirized.After all this time,.Mesmirized.
Through every waking day.
I still remember it all... It lingers in my head, it replays.
I don't know if you mean it,
But you've got this glow.
Glistening in your eyes,
As you glance over and smile.
I don't know how you do it,
But you have this warmth. Radiating from within,
As you draw me into a hug.
I don't know if you know it,
But you've got this thing. Residing in your soul,
That I can't get over, not now.
And it always seems, That you're still caring for me.
Even though m
Make Me Feel BeautifulHold me tight Stroke my cheek, and wipe the tears away Tell me I'm wonderful, Amazing, Magnificent Whisper sweet lies Please, don't tell the truth I want you to love me, to kiss me, to want me I want you to lie I'm begging you, lie Tell me you'll never leave,Make Me Feel Beautiful
then walk away forever Leave me alone, all alone Please, tell me I'm beautiful, I just want to be beautiful All I want you to do is make me feel beautiful
btw. you know how did i come across yer page here? while i was looking for lyrics of Some Natures Catch No Plagues i wrote in google 'there is no happy here' and one of first websites tha popped out was... your dev account. well that's not important anyway... i just wanted to say Hi! to another Saetia fan
~n.
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poszłem do sklepu po mleko...
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~linni, my favoritest Norwegian and long lost brother I never had.
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MOVED: =MachinesBleedToo
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"My knuckles have turned to white, there's no turning back tonight- so hold on tight. Kiss me one last time- shut your eyes..."
- It's Dangerous Business Walking Out Your Front Door - Underoath
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when i grow up, i wanna be a waterbed.
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But its always that unseen sharp pang; the akward rythm of the dance like a tick-tock clock in the heart of hearts repeating, "THERE IS NO HAPPY HERE, THERE IS NO HAPPY HERE..."
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