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Whatever It TakesI'll get back to that place, Whatever it takes That home that I once knew Where we lived, me and you Happy and with love in our hearts But look what's taken part What's made us fall apart Looking for some new start People change as seasons do I know I'm different, so are you But I'll get back there, Whatever it takes.Whatever It Takes
"I love you's" replaced By words filled with hate I swear I never saw this fate I listen to you discriminate Watch as my sanity disintigrates You say it's love, but it's not It's just a war in which we've fought &nb
I Find Almost Nothing in WordsI find almost nothing in words.I Find Almost Nothing in Words
Whether written, sung, preached or heard, Because words, they're just symbols; Utterances and etchings that stand for something more, Something we ignore, Something we've given up fighting for, Something we just don't comprehend anymore.
So someone else, please! take the floor Before somebody realizes I'm a hypocrite. Before somebody realizes these words are just words, They're all just a call to action. Either that, or a cause to distraction.
But it's up to someone to cause a reaction, To blow up these words into
A toastConfusion : a dire affair. And so I write with careful air: Here's to you, I declare, And here is to your scarlet hair; And here's to the sleepysummerrain, Here's to you, againandagain; Here's to auburnafternoons, And our own reflections on coffee spoons; Here's to our wildest night, And drunken caresses in drunken light; Here's to infatuation, and daydreams galore, And to empty bottles rolling blindly on your marble floor; Here's to ashtrays overstuffed with cigarette ends, Here's to compromise, to make amends; Here's to faliure, and advice, Here's to tA toast
On solitudeExcuse moi, if I may: I saw you dancing yesterday Like a bird of prey in flawless flight, And I wonder if you'd dance tonight. If you do, try and call; I'll watch you by the waterfall. That's all we need, to stay in place: A poem and a pretty face. And nothing matters, no need to brood When you are set in solitude.On solitude
On starsImagine a green, green field under a blueblack sky bursting with euphoria and energy. Imagine you crashed next to me, like a falling star.On stars
Imagine if we were all bright, shiny, falling stars. Imagine if we were celestial bodies; a chaos of constellations in chaotic cities: Siriuses on stage, comets on the highway, black holes in deserts, Mars on the battlefield, galaxies on dancefloors. We would run like mad children around the world looking from falling star to crashing comet and all the while drinking it all in and exploding with excitement, love, peace, energy---
And you, you would be my Venus, my evening star, a
Holy Fucking ShitShe was a fiery flashing comet-like creature with blazing comet-like eyes and nothing short of unexpected. She could make you lose your train of thought and forget about the world, and you'll end up looking like an idiot. She could very well make your heart skip beats, like a really horrible drummer. It's like being in a weird, wild, mysterious game where you can't ever win. She left me hanging in my mind, left me thinking thoughts such as "what the fuck" and "do I dare?"Holy Fucking Shit
Time to turn back and descend the stair.
What's up, man? Are you merely stricken blind and flabbergasted, or has your universe of concentric
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