I am.I am black and white. Forever the world is caught in my game of right and wrong. In this world there IS grey but mostI am.
fail to see it, convinced there is only
black or white.
I am a pair of twins. Opposites, yet completing the other and undeniably one entity. Two put
together to detest one another, but when apart, unconditionally drawn to each other.
I am a lone piano. Ivory and ebony keys. One beside the other. Sweet beautiful treble intertwined by ink with a dark sour bass. Both playing their part in the song while i
Not Speaking Out : I love youMay you not hear this. May you read it. Direct and Powerful, words writen on a page,Not Speaking Out : I love you
pristine white, hold so much
more than the spoken word.
May my voice never say aloud what is written.
May I only write, never to
disrupt the beautiful silence.
A silence between us that conveys more emotion than words spoken aloud, heard only by our ears.
That is the beauty of it. From deep within we know we no longer need the
reassurance of sound to
comfort our hearts.
The painted wallYour broken heart painted on a wall for all to see. False pretenses falling through, and your burning rage boils up inside like a sun ready to burst into a super nova of self righteousness. Your bloody hands drip onto the floor like crimson tears shed for the departed.The painted wall
And that painted wall sits there and mocks you. It
strips you of all your secrets, your wishes, and sacred memories, like a page being torn from its bindings in a
book. For this problem there is No divine intervention, just you
and a sea of prejudices, shouting and mocking you for
just trying to be you
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~Larkie!~
Team Edward... SCISSORHANDS!
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and CALL ME, reading ur poems atm
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and its about time... that u took that pic...
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