Back grounds. Lovely sounds... Happy faces...flying rice... It is nice...all is nice... A thousand roses stand in lines... In my hand. A holding hand... Feeling numb but...i will stand... Say the word. Grin and grin... But for god…why feel like sin? Braid all light into my heart... Now I'm starting from the start... Now I'm leaving another part... Never meant to say her name... Never meant to fit her frame... Never meant to burn her flame... Never meant for her to claim... My heart. Will never be the same!! Now I'm riding the dreamy cart...
I should see the other one..
Life with her should..begun!!
Breaking fences as we run
Oh..i know that she's the one..
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Wednesday, August 16, 2006
Monday, August 14, 2006
Edgar alan poe..was a lonely troubled man..and that made his art flow..look how lonely he was..can you feel his lonliness?!
From childhood's hour I have not been
As others were — I have not seen
As others saw — I could not bringMy passions from a common spring —
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow — I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone —
And all I lov'd — I lov'd alone —
Then — in my childhood — in the dawn
Of a most stormy life — was drawn
From ev'ry depth of good and ill
The mystery which binds me still —
From the torrent, or the fountain —
From the red cliff of the mountain —
From the sun that 'round me roll'd
In its autumn tint of gold —
From the lightning in the sky
As it pass'd me flying by —
From the thunder, and the storm —
And the cloud that took the form
(When the rest of Heaven was blue)
Of a demon in my view —
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