LaMorte De Cardia-alone in the begining- all has been shown to me once in my lif before but i blindly walk on down the barren shore confused to the pointLaMorte De Cardia
that i just dont know anymore dreaming for the impossable and receiving nothing but broken hopes
-a word for the wise- i once heard someone say life is what you make of it yet my life keeps crumbling to dust and my dreams become shatterd
like broken glass and unknowingly i walk on them only to scare my soul more
-the pain- and in this state my head bows pian and greif become my fr
rose gardenshe stood there in the garden a flower so rare beauty untouched let my heart be spared the sun glistining off her hair a warm breeze blows the scent of the garden fills the air so sweet i was unprepaired as i stared she looked at me lost in her eyes hypnotized entranced intised sweet rose red how i long to taste her lips they say the sweetist roses have the sharpest thorns if i have to bleed to hold yourose garden
than so be it without pain there would be no love let me suffer in your beauty let me feel you clo
rose garden part twosweet rose so devine i long to smell you all the time the most fragrent rosesrose garden part two
have the sharpest thorns i want to hold you tight through lifes hailing storms when you wilt and im alone the scares will remind me of the feeling of home as your peddles fall i die inside these tears so hard for me to hide i hope my heart will subside
sweetness so soft i long for your touch try not to scare me ive been hurt so much
the coldness of the thorns the wormth of fresh blood i wont forget the fall becuase of my
your rainfalli hear the rain fall and i want to be next to you i hope you havent forgotten everything i told you seemingy indiffernt yet so simpleyour rainfall
were all wearing masks in a neverending masquerade of insecurities and individuality we are so differnt yet i want to be the same how i wish we could just maintain all our stress
forgotten in one caress why cant we always feel this way? i close my eyes
i take a breath and nothing seems the same the thunder cracks i wonder if you hear it to it sounds like my heart tearing into two &nbs
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[All Time Peace]
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quoth the raven, "nevermore"
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Mini city ?
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«Johnny Tourettes - You see this name, you think dirty!»
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bir kareye sıkıstırmak hayatı..
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this site sucks ass a moderator can not delete your account there lazy fuck faced people that need to understand how a stie is run
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from difference it's impossible to see
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