FogThere's a fog coming in,Fog
off the deep blue calm.
It's reaching it's cold gray fingers out,
looking for something to catch hold of.
The sunlight is muted,
all the colours are pastel,
everything's turning gray now,
lost in the fog.
I can feel it taking hold of me,
wrapping it's cold damp fingers, around me, numbing me to the world.
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Theres a bright light glowing, over the sea,
it's far far away from me,
in the place that's my home.
It's waiting for me.
There's a light glowi
Silver lightDo you ever want to dance, alone, by the light of the moon, wild and free,Silver light
in the silver light?
Did you ever want to sing, just to hear your voice, aloud in the large and empty night?
Do your thoughts ever soar, to the heavens and beyond, looking at all thats lovely, good and right?
I can see you in the moonlight, hair caressed by the silver glow, I can see you dancing,
wild in that loving light.
I can hear you in the night, dark and glorious, in the large and empty night.
I can feel your thoughts &n
A new day.Standing in the yard, the young green sprouts of yester year.. grown over the walls now,A new day.
in curling knotting vines their once fresh green leaves.. wilted and dark with age spotted and twisted
to resemble something else entirely the ancient yellowing grass..
having taken over the once
brightly singing flowerbeds dancing in their coloured robes they've left... gone to a better place brown husks left behind to keen
for days gone,
the leaves and grass
seem to whisper
of children playing,
in summers past long gone, and fondly
She HurtsSometimes I see a little girl…She Hurts
She fears…
the world.
She hurts…
in places no one can touch.
She wonders…
why? And is it her fault.
She cries…
silently.
She dies…
just a little more each day.
She wonders…
was I bad?
She wants…
someone to hold her,
someone to love her,
and tell her she’s okay.
She needs…
a savior.
She knows…
one will never come.
She hurts…
in places no one can touch.
She dies…
just a little more each day.
She wants…
someone to care.
She hurts
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I'm listening :
In parte , la salute mentale è una forma di conformismo
It is very appreciated
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Photography is a way to see what others see
I apreciate it!
.::Stephanie::.
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I don't know half of you half as well as I should like and I like less than half of you half as well as you deserve
I know you believe you understand what you think I said, but I am not sure you realize that what you heard is not what I meant
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Boo!
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If your ears are not bleeding the bass is too low!
I love you and i think your art stuff is cool as Hell! ^.* I hope you see the stuff on my. Hi i can see you over there. YOU OVER THERE! HEEEEEEE!
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*BLACK CROSS*
So many poeple to Kill, So Little Time to kill them.
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make sure to check out my gallery!
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Too weird to live, too rare to die
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