

Saving MeYou cannot walk when you have no legsSaving Me
You cannot fly with broken wings There are no smiles without lips Nor laughter without mirth There is no us when I am absent Yet there's a you when I come home
You help me walk when I don't want to stand I feel wind whipping by when I'd rather wear a sling Smiles sneak upon my face when I had forgotten how
Laughter bubbles with a wrench in my gut that's new I didn't know I was in need Until you taught me how to deal
You teach me how to look pain in the eye And say I hate what you've made me become You teach


Guiding the Lonely HomeWinding roads Memories dance around a lonely heart Distant laughter echoes all around Guiding the lonely homeGuiding the Lonely Home
Time has passed Blossomed flowers and falling leaves A million seasons bloomed between Last looks in the rearview mirror
A house grows older Larger, sadder, different A knock would splinter such antiques Reminding a dwelling to breathe again
Grab the key from beneath A ceramic frog of elementary skills No need to alarm the alarms
In place of a home all alone
Knots in the pine Aromas of dinners, cooked not


ForsakenUnconditional and never fleeting Boundless love and care eternal A mother's love is strong and true Except for one.Forsaken
A missing piece Too odd to fit in anywhere Say all the wrong things Accidental blessings shouldn't speak
Twit, Snot, Hopeless, Stain Pet names for a daughter you've forsaken A slap of reality Hits her on the way to a dark room
Tears never of joy Sadness and confusion fill the nights Pleading to a God for mommy's love There's no answer from up above
Embracing siblings Wanted gifts not burdens on the mi


A Clearing in the MistDo you promise to love me for as long as Prince Charming loves Cinderella? A bubbly little girl by the name of Vanessa eagerly quipped to her equally rambunctious companion.A Clearing in the Mist
Only if you promise not to make me dance with those icky stepsisters! Jacob, a small, raven-haired beauty of a boy jovially replied.
Oh I pinky promise. But if you stop loving me, Ill stop protecting you from them! Vanessa called behind her as she started to run away from the small seven-year-old boy. Her appearance of blond ringlets that framed a pale face accented with rosy cheeks, brought to mind a fin


American ObsessionAddicted to bullets and picture perfect moments on a news reel feed. The Son leaves Mother for war on Holy Father and he's only oneAmerican Obsession
of a million American seeds.
It's a heroin perfect philosophy for pissed off teens with guns-and-ammo-soaked ADD. And they want to blame sex on TV. Because war is fucking our choir boys too
violently.
Obsessive surreality TV makes me swallow shame relentlessly! And I just want to SCREAM- and get Americas bloodstains off of me- And the guilt-packaged pleasure will be our end- you see, because war is fucking o
Foamy
Devious Comments
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143 darling.
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IM TIRED!!!!!
BLLLLLEEEEEHHHHH!!!!
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143 darling.
YAY!
[still not that worth it.]
but whattevvverrrr.
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