Blackness, unlike any I’ve seen before,
But with a light at it’s roots
Her hair short and dark,
It frames her face in sharp contrast.
Her blue eyes look up from a face of innocent deviousness
Her appeal is great, her char insurmountable
I am hers.
Short was the time we spent together.
Long did it seem in my mind.
The feelings I felt have been unknown to me since I was young.
I don’t know what I did,
Don’t know why she left.
The time we spent together is forever ingrained in my heart
I long for her to return, just to see her once more.
My arms ache, my heart aches.
The wound is still fresh
The scabs not yet started
The blood still flowing
You are everything I’ve ever written.
















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"life is good, until it shits in your lap. Then it's still good, but then you have to take a shower."
b-rad
The wound is still fresh
The scabs not yet started
The blood still flowing
You are everything I’ve ever written.
yeah. that ^^
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"only when the last tree has died, and the last river been poisoned, and the last fish been caught will we realize that we can't eat money." based on a Cree saying
Sometimes I worry that my writing style is too random, and that I jump around too much. it's usually just how my mind operates.
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"life is good, until it shits in your lap. Then it's still good, but then you have to take a shower."
b-rad
Mostly because that's just how I live
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"life is good, until it shits in your lap. Then it's still good, but then you have to take a shower."
b-rad
I think I am
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Dance like nobody's watching, and love like you've never been hurt before. Sing like nobody is listening... Live as if heaven is on Earth.
blog || LJ<
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"life is good, until it shits in your lap. Then it's still good, but then you have to take a shower."
b-rad
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