My heart drops deep down in my stomach I hear the news and I collapse The damage is done and there's no turning back But now our lives are on the right track We embark on a new journey and restart our lives All things so precious went right before our eyes We build a new staircase and walk to the top We all have eachother so nothing much was lost.
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Author: Ashly Kocher
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Date: 31/03/2020
№ 1198745
Come Back To Where Love Lives.
You wanted your freedom to go and explore. I didn't stop you. I assisted you out the door. In hopes that you would find your personal joy.
Through hear say. I hear you not enjoying your life. Many things you wanted just isn't going right.
So, I'm inviting you. To come back where love lives. It's still caring. It's still unselfish. And it still in love with you.
Things isn't as green as it seems. It more true within our dreams. And I think you now realizing that. So come back to where love lives.
It's more truer. It's more real. And still reserved for you.
I really just want some ideas on where to go with this. Please and thanks!
A winding trail gradually tapered off into the woods Where the trees bit the hazy Autumn dusk Branches protruding upwards Like the crooked teeth Of an aged jackal.
Fragile creatures The likes of birds and small rodents Dart into the dark confines of the daunting forest.
Like the fleeting wisps of dry, rolling leaves they flee Hoping to find shelter beneath the massive expanse Of huddled, wilted trees.
Just in time before the weight of the setting sun Could fall upon their tiny heads To extinguish the tiny capsule of air From their little lungs In the same way The last flickering silvery and golden webs of light Were extinguished from the sky Giving an amiguity to where the horizon ended and The Heavans began.
We've been decieved To worship a Trojan horse Thinking it is all that matters The brainy relationship so to say Between sits and desks Against an innovative innocent board Trolling Man's Allegation against ignorance Depends on statistical ratios That Trojan horse I refuse to worship Her name “Cumulative Grade Point Average
Red is the color she blushes when I tell her how genuinely adorable her laugh is. Yellow is the color of the sun that enhances her angelic personality. Green is the color of the grass that sways beneath her feet, graced by each footstep. Blue is the color of sadness, almost palpable, when she can't find the right words to say. White is the color of everything beautiful that circles her soul. Brown is the color of her coffee eyes, warming me like no other could possibly do. Black is the color, absent of her cruelty, as she has none to fool me. Oh, she lives in colors.
