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Downward spirals out of control Try not to look back, try hard to let go. Memories flying past Yesterday is gone to fast. With a moment left to reason It was never meant to last. A misty fog engulfs the shadows Of days long gone by. Leaving the spirits of yesterday Wandering aimlessly In the farthest corners Of my mind. Time, it seems to go so slowly As each fleeting second Leaves a permanent mark. On the quest for tomorrow Do the footprints of today... Read More
When I longed to stand beside you, When I reached out to take your hand, I turned and looked To where you stood, But you were no longer there. If I cried a thousand years My heart, It would not heal. My soul would yearn, But never learn, To accept That your not coming home again. Only you could cure this heartache, Only you could take my hand, Open my eyes up, Make me see, make me understand. Oh, how I cried, When it came time, To say that last good-b... Read More
There are only a few of us Who have what it takes To drive that big yellow bus. Nerves made of steel Patience built to last. A good sence of humor. Ability, To let the small things pass. Kind but firm Are the words you speak. As you look back in your mirror Over all 22 seats. The chatter is never ending. And laughter will abound. If you don't have What it takes Your head will surely pound. Some days may seem easy. Others especially hard. P... Read More
Lonely girl Sits in the corner Of a cold dark room. Her life has been nothing But despair and gloom. Tears stream down Her pretty face She knows she's A loner A total disgrace. Torn between pain And the loved ones She will leave behind, Confusion batters Her already feeble mind. An open bottle of pills Sits waiting on the floor. She struggles She cries She screams. She just can't Take it Anymore. She's loved She's l... Read More
In a cozy little cabin Sitting high up in the snow covered mountains, Far away from the city below Lies a woman Wrapped in the arms of her lover. Their bodies warmed By the fires' soft, amber glow. While miles away On the outskirts of town, A man labors for his wages, In the dark, dusty mines Far beneath the ground. He works hard, at a dangerous job, To provide for his lovely wife. To him, she is, The very breath that gives him life. The hours... Read More
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