| I try to be descent ^^ |
Sun, the saviour?Sun,the saviour - the beaming light,Sun, the saviour?
You have taken my eyes and won't give it back. **
I heard You hate the sense of might Yet You are might, from all the sights **
I heard about Your stubborn soul I know You're selfish, never fathomed type
yet You make it easy to forget. **
When You caress my touch, I shiver in delight When You sing for me in the dark, I know something's right
When You've taken my eyes, I've forgotten my fright When You'll take me along... well if this happens, right?
I will follow You, Sun. &n
I once decided...I once decided that I liked the sun...I once decided...
My footprints follow me around In strange abandoned pattern,
And yet they seem profound, Reminding me of how
I used to love the sun.
I had a dream that yellow giant Became my shadow, then a rose -
It melted in the sky that rose Above my head.
I used to dream about him being here. I had a wish that he would be My ladder on the way to bare Heaven; what dreams I have?
What Clouds?
I now walk silently Creating my disguise. I used to wait for sun; I had a dream...
Rise from the ashes..Her arms, extended to rise, move your mood to eternal decay. You know how to break the tradition and hide, but your eyes are true; they ruin the feeling of the intimate and dearest dream to come true; and she understands through those meaningful eyes.Rise from the ashes..
You move on, she stays there, alone, with her eyes swollen and red with the tears; “No more rising, no more...” she whispers the words, all true, “I’ve seen your ashes, befriended by winds, decay, your own spirit down, and your feelings seeming the lie to me, through the hiding
of souls that
I'm not used to lyingSaying that I wasn’t afraid would be lying. I am not used to lying… Especially when it is so obvious that I would be scared… scared to the point of giving up hope and running away from the truth There were many people, chanting and smiling, whispering to each other. All of them were one … and one became crowd “United” is the word. I wonder what triggered my senses? How was I able to do the right thing? I never do the right thing. Ever since that day I start to think about why is it that fate chose me? I can still remember as if it was yesterday My head fI'm not used to lying
| I try to be descent ^^ |
change (1)_attempt
Artistic
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Twisting Turning
Eyes Are Burning
And Nothing's working
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"In a world gone bad, a bear - even a bear standing on its head - is a comforting, uncomplicated, dependable hunk of sanity."
-Pam Brown
Avatar by: ~anatego
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*Let's all dance in the rain.* XD
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