Mommies BoyThey died to the sound of car horns and the radio jingles everyone silently hates. She explained how what he does and loves is nothing more than a hobby, a hobby he should have out-grown. He silently told her that she made him sick at times. And other times he feels nothing. Grasping to the last shred of dignity that wasn't taken from him, he looks at her A middle ages woman, thought hard done by Choking back tears, but not obviously He looks away, and scratching his neck He finally gave upMommies Boy
Polish QuisineThere's a place where the plants grow That used to be next to the thrift store And that place has the words Of a thousand stories Where if you looked past The world Would be un-maskedPolish Quisine
Part 3 with the StarsThe bitterness of the weather went unnoticed As did the uncomfertable fence And the third party Rapid hope loss at his expense Gainable again thru the grainPart 3 with the Stars
In a last minute attempt to quit looking at the floor I throw myself at the mercy of my soul and at your feet Looking past the moonlight, I gasp The song grew too loud for any other to beat A never ending passion was born that night
Looking at perfection, complimented by the moon and stars Everything beautiful was made to compliment you Raiding my thoughts for the perfect words, to express Looking
Skirts And ShoesThe fairwells died short Pulling myself up from the distain of my past For no other reason than hope And the butterflies were flying me past the erradication of doubt Past the pointless pleasantries with pointless people Eyes peeled at all points S T O P There you were Skirt and shoes Souly for me Treading, fearfully You have it My time This timeSkirts And Shoes
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Gotta agree about Dead Poet's Society!
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Be my escape and I will be your slave
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Sticks and Stones may breake my bones, but whips and chains excite me. So throw me down, tie me up and show me that you like me
I need a boy whos lips taste like a clove
hope your well
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thats so very sweet of yourself
Lily.
XO
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'I'm a very difficult lady to be with'
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...actually, I don't think number of pageviews is a big deal... number of watchers is more meaningful... but since so many people seem to be happy from their 1000th pageview, I congratulate you.
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When you love someone... you just know.
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