Clouds of SmokeThe boy, who had lost all hoped left all his life to clouds of smoke his exhaling letting out his sadness this was his body, inhabitedClouds of Smoke
his life became his addiction his world became his pretention this was all he had left and so burned his intent.
gloom had overtaken his body, his loneliness had become shoddy he knew he had to change.
life had never been his strong point low grades had always been apparent he had become completely stout although his confidence had become transparent
the girl he wanted never thought abou
Days of The WeekIf I were any day of the week, any day off the top of my head, For that day, I would seek, until the day that I was dead.Days of The Week
The day I saw the leaves of red, gold, and all shades of such, I remembered the soft bed, in which I laid, with you, that I loved so much.
I serenade you in the colors of autumn, and you seem apologetic in spring. the opposites come together, I brought them to ask them, a question. "With me, will you sing?" I can't serenade alone. I can't serenade alone.
The days pass by, the days pass by, I remember the things wh
Falling in LoveStanding in these streets, with my hands at my sides, I sit on these benches, I let out so many sighs, I don't believe the world that has come from today, and I can't believe how you blew me away,Falling in Love
The love came so fast and the love came so strong, I was thrown down, and you however went along, you kept me going, and that kept you going as far, When I wept, then you wept just as hard.
Falling in love is what I have to call it, even though the word is overused quite a bit, I don't believe that I'm wrong in this sense, and I don't believe that we're any different. &n
You Reside In My HeartI've broke some rules, but, I've stayed true, I don't know why, I think I'm right.You Reside In My Heart
When the days die down, on this dead-end town, I'll find you, and we'll run away. but it's almost that day.
I'm blinded by, the intent which you reside, in my heart which, you treat like it's your home.
time won't change our lives, we'll illuminate the skies, far after we die. and, then I sing to you why.
I'm blinded by, the intent which you reside, in my heart which, you treat like it's your home.
when our l
Aloha from A-Velacour.
Joy
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Egotism is the anesthetic that dulls the pain of stupidity.
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Egotism is the anesthetic that dulls the pain of stupidity.
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And in the darkest night. If my memory serves me right,
I'll never turn back time.
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And in the darkest night. If my memory serves me right,
I'll never turn back time.
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My Gallery: [link]
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