Love. Is that what I crave?
If it is, then why can't I find it?
Hate. Does that mean anger?
If it does, then why do I feel hollow?
Pain. Does that mean suffering?
If it does, then why does it feel comforting?
Memories. Are they not images of the past?
If they are, why are there only shadows?
Smiles. Does that mean happiness?
If it does, then why does it hurt?
Life. What does it mean?
Should it mean any of these things?
If it doesn't, then why are they there?
When I am looking into your eyes,
I see all the love you have for me.
I see in yo
Dear friend, let me say
something on this special day
Though we are far apart,
How did this happen I continue to ask?
As I get online waiting for time to pass
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Enough Hurting Those Who Love You
Wondering why you have so much hate
Before you see it will be too late
Trying to
A little bit angry through the years,
A whole lot lonely through my tears.
A wond
I want to live in a world
where nobody is afraid
to fall in love
or admit
You came as a ray of light,
Made my life cheerful and bright,
Showering your affe
Cammy my rabbit, feminine but buff
no really, this isn't a bluff!
A rex with her
Overwhelming and revealing
this amazing feeling,
this ache I crave, this desire,<
Hope Is The Thing With Feathers
"Hope" is the thing with feathers -
That perches in the soul -
And sings the tune
