

Love Doesn't Grow On TreesCommon sense connotes the fact, you dont realize what you had, until you lose it. My heart told me I was right, my salvation wasnt to be found within you. I lost my ticket to the ride, another girl got it from the stars. The moon looks down at me, its wondering if Im regretting. I wonder too, cause Ive been pushed around.Love Doesn't Grow On Trees
chorus: You were my dependable one, you were my support of a boy, I couldnt have search the vast back then, and found another one like you. We trusted and we told, we were two lost souls. I crossed y


What the days holdThe falling of titans begins with a single thing, a single word or action. The world is coming to an end, not by weapons or enimies, not by wars and tragidies, not by anything that nature can concieve, but by the things we dish out. The world is falling under the wieght of cities and buildings of unimaginable cost, by cell phones and attention spans ranging from one to two seconds. Can we really say we have not killed this planet? The written past and the unforgiving lovers of past crimes and past triumphs, they weep for the lack of life and creativity.What the days hold


PerplexedSomtimes I feel completely lost. Maybe its because when I look in your eyes, I feel like I could be safe, though in reality it wouldnt be that dramatic. But our minds usually make us think unrealistic thoughts. Im so deep sunken into the love for you that I cant go back. Its been like this for so long. And every time I try to deny it, it comes back to me, like a lighting and my heart beats loud like thunders. I dont know what to do anymore. My mind wont stop thinking about your chocolate eyes. Every time I look into them I melt. And myPerplexed
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Why trust people when you can thrust them?
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Why trust people when you can thrust them?
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Dances The Waltz In The Asylum
awesome icon by ~Cynder-Wolf
We Don't Just Embrace Insanity Here.
We Feel It Up,
French Kiss It,
And Then Buy It A Drink.
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A group of poets who write from the heart and bare their soul...
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Dances The Waltz In The Asylum
awesome icon by ~Cynder-Wolf
We Don't Just Embrace Insanity Here.
We Feel It Up,
French Kiss It,
And Then Buy It A Drink.
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A group of poets who write from the heart and bare their soul...
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Why trust people when you can thrust them?
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