Sorry journal, it's been and gone, and I'm cold.


My Eyes Forgot To Tell YouWords I haven't spoken avoid you carefully But my eyes just want to tell you What they each time forget to say: I have a dream that fights me; never lets me be An altar wreathed in wilted roses You stand holding a string of thoughts And so this dream just laughs at me. The aisle before you, long and lonely Onto it moves a princess stained in white Holding your gaze: your darling bride to be. Her tiny smile almost enchants me I watch this genie pass me by She smells of fairy tales and potpourri. Cathedral music cries; ambiance whispers Stained glass sunlight inMy Eyes Forgot To Tell You


Astray.This morning's rain has gone astray, And left me here to wait I wonder if he'll visit you; To leave little pools at your front gate. I wonder if he'll say to you What he just said to me: Tomorrow will be morning sun Shining instead on earth and sea. This morning's rain sounded so sweet When he greeted me hello I'll miss him now he's gone astray, And left me wishing I could go. Though you've forgotten me I'm sure I'll still miss you nonetheless, 'Cause you're just like the morning rain: All thunderclouds; and sweetness.Astray.


JuneAnd so, again, it's almost middle June Somewhat but not quite like the June before Christmas in July will soon come visit And then August be upon us just once more.June
It's been now many Junes since I had met you Seven, if my memory's still working fine I have, but haven't changed - as have you; But I did take on the world to make it mine.
I know not how the laughter stayed inside me- And I've said too often and in panic of each kind: Help me dear, my mother doesn't love me My father's gone to war inside his mind.
Only you have failed to even once forget

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Mary had a lamb,
His eyes black as coals.
If we play very quiet, my lamb,
Mary never has to know.
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Mary had a lamb,
His eyes black as coals.
If we play very quiet, my lamb,
Mary never has to know.
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:: Dm3t 7zen ::
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I like my coffee black, just like my metal.
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I like my coffee black, just like my metal.
I have advanced critic marked as on, please feeel free to say what it is you don't like in there.
By the way, what happened to if you can't say anything nice, don't say anything at all?
Thanks.
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Live loving life, love living life and in life love living
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I like my coffee black, just like my metal.
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