That which i am not.Such is love (Simba Rodze)That which i am not.
It is like a journey to the moon and back, an inexplicably adventurous endeavor. Satisfying for some, horrendous for others, Such is Love.
It is like a child learning how to walk, crawl first, stand then take THE walk. If you fall you get up, you never give up on love, Such is Love.
It is like the symbol of affection; the rose. Blooms in majestic beauty when watered, when left to dry- it does exactly that, crumbles into non-existence, Such is Love.
It is like a street lamp, shines
SUCH IS LOVESuch is love (Simba Rodze)SUCH IS LOVE
It is like a journey to the moon and back, an inexplicably adventurous endeavor. Satisfying for some, horrendous for others, Such is Love.
It is like a child learning how to walk, crawl first, stand then take THE walk. If you fall you get up, you never give up on love, Such is Love.
It is like the symbol of affection; the rose. Blooms in majestic beauty when watered, when left to dry- it does exactly that, crumbles into non-existence, Such is Love.
It is like a street lamp, shines
Personal SpaceYou don’t know Me and yet You judge as if you do.Personal Space
I am detached Apart from
You so you hate me.
You decide because You obviously Know all there is to.
You know nothing As you have Never once tried to.
This mysterious misery Is partly my Own lamentable design
I am extremely remote Even closest are About a million miles.
I’ve given and lost Far too many So now I rarely give.
Those few I do Give to learn A little of the whole.
Ask th
What I Feel For HerI couldn’t help but fall for her… I let my stupid heart feel again… It fills me up with such sadness… such anger… ‘Cause she says she loves me… but we can only be friends…What I Feel For Her
At first… I refused to let her go… I don’t care if she’s with another… I don’t care if her answer right now is a “no”… I’m sure it won’t be a “no” forever…
She’s really beautiful… I can’t believe I’ve actually met her… Holding her… I’m sure would be wonderful
About a GirlThis story I tell you Is true, very true It's a story of a young girl In hopes that you all knewAbout a Girl
A child thought be blessed But one who matured nonetheless One who hoped to keep her burdens Well hidden in her chest
Her external scars Radiate pride in her heart But her eyes hold fear For the darkness is always near
She lives in her dreams Or so it seems She longs to escape From the terror and rage
She lives without identity And longs for serenity She tries to tell no lies To the wanderers who live to pry
NEWBIE
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If you raise a point, it is my right (and obligation) to debate it.
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"A guy walks up to me and asks »What's Punk?« So I kick over a garbage can and say »That's punk!«. So he kicks over the garbage can and says »That's Punk?«, and I say »No that's trendy!«" - Billie Joe Armstrong - Lead Vocalist of "Green Day"
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"A guy walks up to me and asks »What's Punk?« So I kick over a garbage can and say »That's punk!«. So he kicks over the garbage can and says »That's Punk?«, and I say »No that's trendy!«" - Billie Joe Armstrong - Lead Vocalist of "Green Day"
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If all other feelings fail me, I still have pain to know that I'm alive.
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