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You whisper In my ear
All the things I didnt know
I should hear.
You opened up my eyes,
Turned up my face,
Shower me a new light.
You walk beside me,
Not before.
I squeeze your hand,
You smile back.
I kiss the tears,
You push away the broken glass.
You write your songs,
Ill be your muse.
You watch me sleep,
Ill dream of you.
You kiss the tears,
Ill show you everything you missed.
I whisper in your ear
All the things you didnt know
You should hear.
I opened up your eyes,
Turned up your face,
Showed you a new light.
*This is a song i wrote a whil ago for someone I truly loved...*
*I'm sorry he never got to hear it...*
Rockstars Are Made to Break Hearts
how could i survive without this? how did i survive without this?well... miracles happen..right? GOD! thats enough to make someone a saint!. i guess the sredit for that could be given to all my ex's. they preoccupied me; blinded me or whatever. i finally realize that they dids make use of themselves.. heh... ahhh... but now, i dont know whats going on in my head: a crush? in love? an attraction? an obsession?! almost seems like it. how does someone i've never even met in person make me feel like this? i love the way i feel when i see him, hear him talk or sing or play. and hes not one of those people who talk without thinking. he knows what hes talking about... every word is dripping with evidence of his past, his experiences, and what hes feeling. and his smile... god spent a lot of extra time on it. its the single wonder of my world. and a baby's laught couldnt be more adorable... but its so unrealistic!!! theres no way im the only one who feels like this! plus what are the chances he would want to be with someone as average as me?! he could probably get some older supermodel from sweden or something... i think rock stars were just made to break hearts...
What Gum On A Tire Has To Do With Lies
When you lie you throw yourself into a viscious cycle of that lie; fading and coming back. you're like a ball of chewed gum picked up by a tire. it hurts when the tire picks you upand you leave a pat of your self behind. when the tire goes back around you're again ground into the cement. then you are repeatedly torn from it, picking up jagged rocks and glass, leaving a bit more of yourself behind. you start to wear away and puck up even more less-than-desireable filth. it continues until you are nothing but a sticky lump of sand eternally stuck to the tire. ripping yourself from the lie-tyre is the only way to escape the cycle. afterwards, you might still be covered in dirt and glass, but you no longer have to suffer consistently losing part of yourself.
To the one I lost...
i wish i could mend the relation ship we had. we were both going through a hard time and i wish i could have been there for you more. maybe then things would be different.
every thought put into ever wordin this is for the person is miss so desperately it hurts. if you truly feel it in your heart you will know this is for you...
satnding in the rubble
i look into his eyes
mezmerized
by the beauty of my iris
i find tranquility in the despair
the focus of my every sense
the suspense
of his touch kills me
hands tied behind our backs
but our lips are free
yet bleed
split lip the fruit of hate
a continuance of love
in the middle of destruction
seduction
not necessary in this new life
a broken bone
healed in my mind
a bind
we find eachother in
kid myself into ignorance
la-la land my refuge
refuse
to accept what is the real
no use in solving problems
the dream is satisfying
no dying
or tears shed in this mind
no past or future
theres happiness in now
allow
the world to crumble around us
