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?
Sit up straight, speak with grace
Be a lady, fashionably late.
Always walk tall,
Turmoil covers my eyes and my heart.
It never leaves me in day or dark.
Combat ch
Look not back on yesterday
or what you have left behind.
For only today is yours
If one name is but a glimpse of their soul
Then we are simple machines on cruise control<
I've always used words to describe him
In my mind.
I guess that's why I've found
I loved her eyes, I loved her hair,
I loved her looks, I loved her stare.
I loved
I thought you were so cool.
Boy, I was wrong.
I feel like su
What has happened is never spoken,
And everything around me has been broken.
Ther
"Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?"
Are the words you'd hear Will Shakespeare say.<
Who are you?
Where is the guy that I once knew?
Where did my friend go
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