Danced in my soul .
You came along danced into my soul and set it to a new beat and rhythm
You sat quietly in my heart ,,you looked around .
You took my hand in yours caressed and held it .
You came along and opened my eyes
You whispered words of love and desire
You left me trembling over comed with happiness
You kissed my soul from with in my mind
You cared enough to see the world in my eyes
You have my hand now firmly in yours caressing and holding it .
Dearly to my heart forever and always.

As my eyes close
I drift off to sleep
Ghosts of the past arise
I want to weep

It all starts so well
I'm playing outside as a boy
Dad's still there with me
I remember such simple joy

Then I'm a little older
Pointy cap on my head
My creators smile with pride at me
But now they are dead

The scene changes once more
We lie together on the grass
Her head on my lap
Moments like this are now just the past

I blink up awake
The sun fills the room
I wonder if this is a sign
That's the end of the gloom

An old and pretty dark one.


[quote]The voices with the shrapnel tongues
have burrowed deep within my soul.
Spewing out the hate that drags me
into the darkness of this hole.
Throwing about the razor edged thoughts
that slice right though my being.
My conscious and subconscious
emphatically agreeing:

[i]They're better off without you.[/i] [/quote]

Just the nearness of her
hit me
Like I smoked a deck of cigarettes
and forgot to blow out the smoke.
It seemed as if we'd never part-
but we did,dear reader
naturally we did.
Now its as if we never spoke.

Tears do not visit me too often and your words sound alien to me;
I echo these words of hope, faith and I sit frozen as I fail to feel.


Night once approached to evade my sleep;
Today I close my eyes to avoid life.

I am not scared of harmless combination of alphabets;
I am averse to the physical touch of care.

This discomfort of love will someday break me to pieces;
And a part of me would then settle in garbage of loneliness.

I stay mostly away from humans who feel emotions strongly;
That is one of the reasons I betrayed my own being too...

Written by Angel777

Why oh why
Do we havta die?

Not mine, but something I like:

Dove got me a lot of bubbles
Keeps at bay dandruff troubles
Moti never forgets to leave its charm
Keeps skin shiny, leading to no harm
Jasmine is a sweet mate, first on my slate.

I cannot do it. Not yet

Ok

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