

HomeThe leaves have already turned and died, Leaving behind skeletal looking trees Their shadows looming through the moonlight.Home
A faint breeze makes the ghostly shadows dance Following my path like death itself Throught the break in the clouds a crimson moon shines.
Over the rattling of dead leaves in the wind Echoes of predators can be heard sounding like pure evil Stalking, preying, through the darkness of night.
Fear creeps through me and chills me to the bone As I follow the beaten path with a feeling of being watched Finally I see light in what seems like


To my daughterWhen I look in your eyes, Eyes filled with pure innocence, I see the whole world in one blink.To my daughter
When I heard your very first cry, Time ceased to exist for a few moments As I handed over my life and heart to you.
When I first felt your tiny little fingers Wrap tightly around my own, I formed a promise only you and I understand.
When I felt your breath on my skin, I felt my whole life change in front of my eyes As you breathed in the new life surrounding you.
When you smiled that first sweet smile, You pulled every chord leading to my heart


Sleeping Beautylooking through the window i see you there moonlight streaking your tousled hair sleeping so soundly there on your back once i do this there is no going back so handsome so sweet i have watched by day now i just want to take you away i have been 15 for 250 years waiting and wanting someone to be here by my side huntingSleeping Beauty
living for the night my waiting is over tonight is the night i know it will shock you when i am done after all we have had such fun the movies, the mall
dancing too it all changed when i fell in


Calm, Like an Oceanscalded by the plunging knife of unhappiness - dancing on my own without herCalm, Like an Ocean
closing my eyes against the air not fragranced any more the coolness of an empty heart -
dragged into this capsular sorrow, I am drowning, my god, drowning:
and I am remembering how she left - the one One singular that I lost have lost; my god -
cold here in my head, and here - my hand, where warm fingers - all-touching - once clung to my life
in days gone gone forever unforgotten; and is she forgiven for going leaving dropping from
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~The dream of the person you want to be is a waste of the person you are~
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~The dream of the person you want to be is a waste of the person you are~
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~The dream of the person you want to be is a waste of the person you are~
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Why have senses if your not going to be a conoiseur...?!?
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~The dream of the person you want to be is a waste of the person you are~
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Why have senses if your not going to be a conoiseur...?!?
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