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-Found-
I left home over a week ago
to meet someone special to me.
The ride was terrible, the passangers were filthy,
and doubts were thrown,
but none of that mattered because I had a goal
I was an arrow aimed, and faith sent me to my mark,
I found the target of my lover's heart.
We met and danced in symetries,
hope for hope, we lived our dream.
I'm thankful.
I have no regreats,
Except the day
We had left.
It hurt so bad.
Now I'm home again, writing this
Like I'm some god damn novelist...
I'm more like some sad nival event
Pushing feelings to the surface.
Sucess, I guess
I don't want to wear it like a badge...
I love her, and I am happy. <3
-Emo-
Everytime I write it seems a bit depressed but I swear I'm not. In fact I'm quite happy with everything. We're such a good couple. We love, are loved in return, and keep nothing from one another. People would love to grasp even just a day of what we have. All of these couples out there making the worse of the best thing they have... It makes no sence. The best thing I have in life is Erika, and I will never treat her any other way then that.
<3 Erika
I love my Erika
Male Nekos
Fucking male nekos are gay! I swear I hate them all! Fags, god damn cock loving fags! I'm a furry, so sue me if I feel like ALL humans with pin on ears and a tail suck the big peen, but they do. It's the gayest shit ever. Fucking cock kittens, worse then the jews.
Dahlia
This was something I wrote on the bussride back home.
There's a sun outside, the sky is high, we're in D.C... My clothes are packed, my shoes are dry, my heart is warm... My head is light, I left my lover to her flight.... It hurts so bad I wish I could have staied, so I choked my tears back as her friends father took me away. And I got on that bus to the south. 900 miles I would dream as I lay my head down.
So I drempt, oh I drempt, I drempt! I drempt of a hollow chest with my black heart beating beneith my breast, I shut my eyes, I held my breath... *inhale*
Now I'm sleeping by myself again as we roll out of that port in maryland. (but now I dream instead of weap for something worth experiencing)
I know her voice, I know her face, but once my eyes met hers my hands began to shake! (I swear they fell off and begun to dance and sing, singing 'Glory to the god of my dreams, be praised! Sing! Siiiiing!')
Then I woke up asking what (wtf?) That's not how it went!
I was happy
We held hands
She approached me for a kiss...
But now I'm sad.
These next few hours will be happy in my memory, untill we meet again.
Nominal
What the fuck eh? I know. I'm confused too. I'm confused, afraid, but I know where I want to be, so no matter what, that's where I will try and go.
On a more... aggrivatied note, I fucking hate people. I came home expecting to sleep in my bed after over a week... and the house was fucking full. I hate it... Bunch of children, but they can't help it.... My mom's friend can, however... and she's always using the phone! Fuck, she needs to go home! I'm tired of her getting an attitude with me every time I log online because she is waiting on a call, needs to make a call, has to call someone back soon, bah! She needs to get her shit strait, or go home. v.v
I left home over a week ago
to meet someone special to me.
The ride was terrible, the passangers were filthy,
and doubts were thrown,
but none of that mattered because I had a goal
I was an arrow aimed, and faith sent me to my mark,
I found the target of my lover's heart.
We met and danced in symetries,
hope for hope, we lived our dream.
I'm thankful.
I have no regreats,
Except the day
We had left.
It hurt so bad.
Now I'm home again, writing this
Like I'm some god damn novelist...
I'm more like some sad nival event
Pushing feelings to the surface.
Sucess, I guess
I don't want to wear it like a badge...
I love her, and I am happy. <3
-Emo-
Everytime I write it seems a bit depressed but I swear I'm not. In fact I'm quite happy with everything. We're such a good couple. We love, are loved in return, and keep nothing from one another. People would love to grasp even just a day of what we have. All of these couples out there making the worse of the best thing they have... It makes no sence. The best thing I have in life is Erika, and I will never treat her any other way then that.
<3 Erika
I love my Erika
Male Nekos
Fucking male nekos are gay! I swear I hate them all! Fags, god damn cock loving fags! I'm a furry, so sue me if I feel like ALL humans with pin on ears and a tail suck the big peen, but they do. It's the gayest shit ever. Fucking cock kittens, worse then the jews.
Dahlia
This was something I wrote on the bussride back home.
There's a sun outside, the sky is high, we're in D.C... My clothes are packed, my shoes are dry, my heart is warm... My head is light, I left my lover to her flight.... It hurts so bad I wish I could have staied, so I choked my tears back as her friends father took me away. And I got on that bus to the south. 900 miles I would dream as I lay my head down.
So I drempt, oh I drempt, I drempt! I drempt of a hollow chest with my black heart beating beneith my breast, I shut my eyes, I held my breath... *inhale*
Now I'm sleeping by myself again as we roll out of that port in maryland. (but now I dream instead of weap for something worth experiencing)
I know her voice, I know her face, but once my eyes met hers my hands began to shake! (I swear they fell off and begun to dance and sing, singing 'Glory to the god of my dreams, be praised! Sing! Siiiiing!')
Then I woke up asking what (wtf?) That's not how it went!
I was happy
We held hands
She approached me for a kiss...
But now I'm sad.
These next few hours will be happy in my memory, untill we meet again.
Nominal
What the fuck eh? I know. I'm confused too. I'm confused, afraid, but I know where I want to be, so no matter what, that's where I will try and go.
On a more... aggrivatied note, I fucking hate people. I came home expecting to sleep in my bed after over a week... and the house was fucking full. I hate it... Bunch of children, but they can't help it.... My mom's friend can, however... and she's always using the phone! Fuck, she needs to go home! I'm tired of her getting an attitude with me every time I log online because she is waiting on a call, needs to make a call, has to call someone back soon, bah! She needs to get her shit strait, or go home. v.v