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Why does it all still haunt me
Why do memories still taunt me
It may all just be in my head
Mental thoughts as if to be led
To think I've not moved at all,
even though I've begged
To be at peace but instead
My peace was merely a temporary shed
Blown away by the winds of a time I've left behind
Now it's found me again and I look for new signs
I can only see that evil smirk as the enemy thinks of my demise
Now I pray to my Lord who hath saved me time after time
Why has my right to love feel more like a crime
Why must I live in exile of my own feelings of my own mind
Save me Lord and take me into better times
I may not deserve it Lord but i know that you are kind
I wish not to be lost in my own remorse and transgressions
Only you o lord have the root access to restart my life session
I don't want to hate any more
She that has left only pain and anger in my core
Why is it that I haven't truly moved on
Help me find the reason why my season of peace is now gone
I can only hold on to the rock that is Jesus, the Holy Son
Until this storm has passed on, but for how long?
My arms are weakening don't let me be swallowed by this tempest of the evil one.
Do not let my past become my present as my future you have promised to be strong.
Why do memories still taunt me
It may all just be in my head
Mental thoughts as if to be led
To think I've not moved at all,
even though I've begged
To be at peace but instead
My peace was merely a temporary shed
Blown away by the winds of a time I've left behind
Now it's found me again and I look for new signs
I can only see that evil smirk as the enemy thinks of my demise
Now I pray to my Lord who hath saved me time after time
Why has my right to love feel more like a crime
Why must I live in exile of my own feelings of my own mind
Save me Lord and take me into better times
I may not deserve it Lord but i know that you are kind
I wish not to be lost in my own remorse and transgressions
Only you o lord have the root access to restart my life session
I don't want to hate any more
She that has left only pain and anger in my core
Why is it that I haven't truly moved on
Help me find the reason why my season of peace is now gone
I can only hold on to the rock that is Jesus, the Holy Son
Until this storm has passed on, but for how long?
My arms are weakening don't let me be swallowed by this tempest of the evil one.
Do not let my past become my present as my future you have promised to be strong.
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Losing The Game
Sit down, my friend,
Let me tell you of the game,
It's a hard, painful journey,
With the goal of making you remember my name.
I'm nothing to you,
Just another girl you use,
Smack me, hit me, hurt me
Somehow, I like the abuse.
I can say that I hate you,
But babe, I'll never believe it,
I really want to though,
Cuz you're my worst habit.
Within seconds without you,
I miss you so much,
If you left I don't know what I'd do,
I'm hopelessly in your clutch.
I just want you to love me.
I want you to say I'm yours,
I say you're running out of time,
But truth is, for you, I'll never close my doors.
All you need to do is knock once,
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'I Love You' is Overdone
Have you ever thought that mere words were not enough?
That words usually so sweet and heartfelt suddenly become ragged and rough?
That phrases like "I love you," don't express the full magnitude of what you're feeling?
How do you explain how you're heart feels fit to burst and that every kiss sends your head reeling?
Why is it that when you look me in the eye
And tell me that you need me, it makes me want to cry?
It's beautiful, raw, naked emotion in such simple words.
But it leaves me with no air in my lungs and then my vision starts to blur.
It's like seeing a rainbow off the shore after a storm ripped through the town
It's seeing
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I Have The Letters.
I have the letters, I just can't find the words.
According to the Oxford dictionary there are 171,476 words in the English language currently in use. You'd think out of 171,476 words, thousands of songs and endless quotes, and whatever else it is that people use nowadays to get the point across; I could find the means to put a simple sentence together.
I hate those days.
The days when the words have no flow. There is no rhythm, no rhyme. Just an endless thought process, jumbled and unable to make any sense of things. I don't understand. Words have always been easy. I've never been at a loss of what to say. And when I can't create my own, th
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I love the poem...but did you ask permission from =azuzephre if you could use the images of Pon and Zi? (Those images are copyrighted)