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oh my..
what a long week and a haf this has been for me. im exhausted from everything. at the end of the day.. more like at 2:30 im like ready to pass out im so tired. im ready for summer, and for school to be out. im gonna be in cali most of summer, which im looing forward to because i havent been home in a while, im homesick. so today in choir ticen started talking about how he cant do another year because i his seniors really took it out of him this year... grr! i fel so bad for him , hes so good to us and hes so helpful, and agreat music teacher, and nobody gives him the appreciation he deserves.
this may sound odd,
I want to feel it like everyone else... just a false tension
of built up desire
like the soul of hells devilish demon
a slow release of life
that mirrors such of death
the rush that catches our minds
and envelopes our bodies
we cannot say weather it is liked or not
only loved
shaking and trembling will only show signs
of one who was able to let go
white and black mean nothing but
the trails color will always bleed red
and the petals
they will lead
to the divine secret
white sheets hold truth
and the black..
for what do they say
nothing but a lie
a lustful lie
her body..
his mind..
they are one to be watched
for they will play this devilish game
fate no longer tells time
for her release will not be of life
but of death
and her rush will catch his eye
no mind would understand
an affair to remember
a thought that caresses their bodies
now being one
so generously they love
or
would lust take them over
for her white was red
and his soul black
he took no virgin
she wed no innocence
together they lye
her tension fully there
and finally his release
there love is real
that of a dream
one can only get out of this hate
a lustful match
the game is ours to play
and the petals..
ours to lay
the match...
ours to make-
srry random writing spree.. im tired as hell im going to bed.
goodnight!
what a long week and a haf this has been for me. im exhausted from everything. at the end of the day.. more like at 2:30 im like ready to pass out im so tired. im ready for summer, and for school to be out. im gonna be in cali most of summer, which im looing forward to because i havent been home in a while, im homesick. so today in choir ticen started talking about how he cant do another year because i his seniors really took it out of him this year... grr! i fel so bad for him , hes so good to us and hes so helpful, and agreat music teacher, and nobody gives him the appreciation he deserves.
this may sound odd,
I want to feel it like everyone else... just a false tension
of built up desire
like the soul of hells devilish demon
a slow release of life
that mirrors such of death
the rush that catches our minds
and envelopes our bodies
we cannot say weather it is liked or not
only loved
shaking and trembling will only show signs
of one who was able to let go
white and black mean nothing but
the trails color will always bleed red
and the petals
they will lead
to the divine secret
white sheets hold truth
and the black..
for what do they say
nothing but a lie
a lustful lie
her body..
his mind..
they are one to be watched
for they will play this devilish game
fate no longer tells time
for her release will not be of life
but of death
and her rush will catch his eye
no mind would understand
an affair to remember
a thought that caresses their bodies
now being one
so generously they love
or
would lust take them over
for her white was red
and his soul black
he took no virgin
she wed no innocence
together they lye
her tension fully there
and finally his release
there love is real
that of a dream
one can only get out of this hate
a lustful match
the game is ours to play
and the petals..
ours to lay
the match...
ours to make-
srry random writing spree.. im tired as hell im going to bed.
goodnight!