Stolen souls walk around her mind
Someone’s kiss hides in the further reaches
Intentions are kept in deep disguise
Knowing what will come if found.
Truth lies deep within her conscience
Forgotten when reality comes to mind
Instinct takes flight over love’s control
Eternally made to forever hide.
When her mistakes and lust come knocking
Torture lives when guilt walks free
Wanting everything that will never happen
Reality grows into a private hell.
For every pain and guilt she has
Friendship comes often, but love never ports
Lies kept in bottles no one knows the truth
Except the little black book, that resides in her heart.
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Homer: Weaseling out of things is important to learn. It's what separates us from the animals ... except the weasel.
YoYo
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YoYo
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A place to dance, laugh, cry and run for no particular reason.
My freedom.
The night.
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A place to dance, laugh, cry and run for no particular reason.
My freedom.
The night.
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Homer: Weaseling out of things is important to learn. It's what separates us from the animals ... except the weasel.
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A place to dance, laugh, cry and run for no particular reason.
My freedom.
The night.
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Homer: Weaseling out of things is important to learn. It's what separates us from the animals ... except the weasel.
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A place to dance, laugh, cry and run for no particular reason.
My freedom.
The night.
this is gorgeous
well written!
I think i get what you mean as well...
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