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So It GoesI love the way I am with you.No lies no jokeNo worry no gloatNo little mistakesNo horrible hopeI love the way I am with you.No hate no slackNo pain in the backNo useless thoughtsNo words caught in knotsI love the way I am with you.So why can't you lovethe way I am too?Oh well.
The Story of a ManHis hands held his ownon the large black table in which he sat,as if he had something to prove.I considered a moment if it was simply becausethere was no one else there to fill the spaces,but that thought was just passing through.His eyes stared through panesof the cursing window as the day grew,His thoughts bloody from breaking through.The people looked in with a curious gaze,Faces concealed with the death of the daysand the nights howled with laughter.His heart grew colder as the night,And faces became a sacred blur;Their thoughts shorter andvoices quieter 'till the darkMurdered the light and thenNothing.
Falling Conversation"So.. I think I'm going to die."The branches reached down like arms of heaven. He shook a hand and squinted as the falling colors freed up space for the breaking light. His friend's mind did a half turn, distracted by Fall's beauty."...Excuse me?" she said, lowering her own hand from above her eyes. "Where did that come from?""I'm not sure. I just don't think I'll live too far into winter, is all."Dry moss upholstered a log like nature's ottoman, and she sat with an annoyed expression in her hands. "Jesus, you're only 17."He leaned against a stocky white tree."It felt like an eternity to me." he retorted with a similar stare."Well don't make it sound so casual.." There was a pause and her lids weighted her head toward the ground as the silence hinted that he was serious."Can you talk please?" She demanded shortly."Just forget about it. Besides.. the world will stay as beautiful as it always is." He helped her off the dead tree and messed her hair like he always did when things
You and IYou are not the one who suffers,You damned misguided fool forYou have no past to speak of andYou left me here as feed whileYou cower in your shell andYou claim those fake tears swellInside your hidden soul.I clung there in the joyous past asI waited for those chances thatI foolishly let you have reveal allI needed to let me stay, yet stillI saw those promises one by one;I let them crash to hell, and I hopeTo hell it made you happy.