God, I miss you.
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This Life Is For
“These are dangerous days To say what you feel is to dig your own grave Remember what I told you If you were of the world they would love you” — Sinead O’Conner; Black Boys on Mopeds
Adrift
Every day I drift further Further from you on The sea of memory.
The Moments Between
Between the stacks I heard your quiet sigh.
The Moments Between
Between the stacks I heard your quiet sigh.
Evening Blush
The sky tonight is blended perfection
Picket Fences
Walls made of wood And the roof was the sky Gates lead to mystery But we never asked why.
Picket Fences
Walls made of wood And the roof was the sky Gates lead to mystery But we never asked why.
No Way
I have no way with you I have no way without you
i hate you
You built castles with her and now you she is gone.