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"Pitter,pat, pitter..pat..
The swept darken grey has let it's sorrow fall once more
Frozen through time..will I go on?
will anyone..?
we..are all trapped..at times..We all are.
Let days turn to weeks
weeks form into months
Blend to years, looking from afar. .
A lonely night, alone again. .
Turn out the window to see, lover's hand in hand. .
I Grip onto myself and try to carry on.
Let days turn to weeks
Weeks form into months
Months blend into years
Lonely night (oh dont cry)
A lonely sight (oh don't cry)
Rush of sadness has overcome. .
I need a shell, some protection or I'll run.
Being alone is something for everyone now.
I'm steaming like a sun.
Nature blossoms. .
When will I blossom, when will I sow?
In the spring rain?
Calm yet beautiful, but I'm not. .
Street lights mixed with tears,
neon sights
Bedroom eyes for the young girls
Wanting to be held
For I walk, and walk only alone
Not to be loved. . yet
Stronger than the sight and mind
Let days turn to weeks
Weeks form into months
Months blend into years
Lonely night (oh dont cry)
A lonely sight (oh don't cry)
A dramatic punchline is given now
sweet, tender whisped into the ear.
We Used them just to get by . .
she is more beautiful than I.
The blooming lilly I have frightened
Who has
Sweet words, gentle eyes, caring spirit.
Everything I'm not.
Not a lover, I want to play
like a little bud every day.
Dropping leaves half of the time
Night has loved the lilly but not I
For I am a bud; rude,ignorant,selfish still.
All of that runs through thy.
I'll write all the things I have left,
Memories from long ago,
Just to entertain another show.
Now to stop, and rewind:
Until reality is fake, dreams are true.
We faked, pretended to be. .
Don't release your bud too.
I can not please you,
I can not be your flower, cannot be your desire;
I can not be the one you thought I'd be after all.
For Only I can bear to be myself.
Do not pity, look down upon what I lack,
But play our tune on a full moon. .
And we'll read this over, smiling back. .
at those faint rare memories we want and had lacked. .
Let days turn to weeks
Weeks form into months
Months blend into years
Lonely night (oh dont cry)
A lonely sight (oh don't cry)"-Michelle Marie Hesselberg
For people who actually update with me. You know who this is for.
The swept darken grey has let it's sorrow fall once more
Frozen through time..will I go on?
will anyone..?
we..are all trapped..at times..We all are.
Let days turn to weeks
weeks form into months
Blend to years, looking from afar. .
A lonely night, alone again. .
Turn out the window to see, lover's hand in hand. .
I Grip onto myself and try to carry on.
Let days turn to weeks
Weeks form into months
Months blend into years
Lonely night (oh dont cry)
A lonely sight (oh don't cry)
Rush of sadness has overcome. .
I need a shell, some protection or I'll run.
Being alone is something for everyone now.
I'm steaming like a sun.
Nature blossoms. .
When will I blossom, when will I sow?
In the spring rain?
Calm yet beautiful, but I'm not. .
Street lights mixed with tears,
neon sights
Bedroom eyes for the young girls
Wanting to be held
For I walk, and walk only alone
Not to be loved. . yet
Stronger than the sight and mind
Let days turn to weeks
Weeks form into months
Months blend into years
Lonely night (oh dont cry)
A lonely sight (oh don't cry)
A dramatic punchline is given now
sweet, tender whisped into the ear.
We Used them just to get by . .
she is more beautiful than I.
The blooming lilly I have frightened
Who has
Sweet words, gentle eyes, caring spirit.
Everything I'm not.
Not a lover, I want to play
like a little bud every day.
Dropping leaves half of the time
Night has loved the lilly but not I
For I am a bud; rude,ignorant,selfish still.
All of that runs through thy.
I'll write all the things I have left,
Memories from long ago,
Just to entertain another show.
Now to stop, and rewind:
Until reality is fake, dreams are true.
We faked, pretended to be. .
Don't release your bud too.
I can not please you,
I can not be your flower, cannot be your desire;
I can not be the one you thought I'd be after all.
For Only I can bear to be myself.
Do not pity, look down upon what I lack,
But play our tune on a full moon. .
And we'll read this over, smiling back. .
at those faint rare memories we want and had lacked. .
Let days turn to weeks
Weeks form into months
Months blend into years
Lonely night (oh dont cry)
A lonely sight (oh don't cry)"-Michelle Marie Hesselberg
For people who actually update with me. You know who this is for.