If the shoe fits, why try so hard to this mode vanqu… If the shoe fits, why object to familiar wit? In flight from this artists anguis…
No ha logrado la distancia arrebatarnos, borrarnos nuestro re… aunque el paso del tiempo ya hizo… quien salió y quien me espera, asi como el lugar al que volveré,
She lay next to me as I glance ov… I slowly touch her skin caressing… Moans of passion fill the room as… Her body starts to shiver as she w… The room closes in as she says sto…
Perched, On a window frame, 9th floor, Lexington Ave, New York City;
They say the places you strive to… But you’re disappearing every seco… Coming down the hill to realize we… Now with the fear of knowing that… The tough decision of choosing bet…
“Put up the sword!” The voice of… Speaks, in the pauses of the canno… O’er fields of corn by fiery sickl… And left dry ashes; over trenches… With nameless dead; o’er cities st…
“ you’re gone, and not coming back…
HIS BONDAGE TO MANON I… From this day forth I lead anothe… Another life! A life without a te… To—day has ended the unequal strif… My service and my sorrow finish he…
Like an Elven-fairy She calls me with the soft voice o… And embraces me with the force of… Then turns on me and crushes my dr… Or so it seems?
Hark! ’tis the twanging horn! O’e… That with its wearisome but needfu… Bestrides the wintry flood, in whi… Sees her unwrinkled face reflected… He comes, the herald of a noisy wo…
Oh my spliff, my spliff, my sacred… I would give my horse for a sacred… How i would like to smoke upon gan… A spliff, a spliff, i’d like to sm… Oh my sacred spliff to merrily tok…
AIR-'O SUSANNAH!’ Ye soldiers in the temperance caus… Our work is but begun. Oh! sit not down in idleness And think the field is won.
If only I could rule the motion a… the temperance of the skies, wrap the clouds around my mind, my… stand above the waves, the wrath, the upheaval of the underground,
He said fall and i will catch you But she already knows the ending t… They all end the same She falls and he doesn’t catch her She gave up on love a long time ag…
I sat quietly to watch the clouds… I couldn’t help but think about yo… Your lips are as soft as butter ye… I wonder... does love always feel… I zone back in on the rain, and re…
People say your supposed to love y…
W.K.C.—3rd MARCH, 1879. ‘A free man thinks of nothing so l… ‘DRAW back the curtain, wife,’ h… And, dying, raised his feeble head… As all his gathered soul leaped sh…
It was his ability to care A simple task, yet so many lacked… As if putting a smile on my face w… The simple things were valued, and… I must say, his laugh was poison
The balancing act of hope and fact is a glasshouse of uncertainty. It is holding a stack of glasses,
If we see ourselves as living bein… Things are quite straightforward s… Yet our neighbors right beside us… The bias in this whole ordeal All animals exist in life
The acorn-oak Sullens to sombre crimson all its… And where it hugely heaves A giant head dark as congested blo… The gum-tree towers, against the s…
A homeless man, lifts his head;awa… Yet, all he sees, is darkness;as h… Slowly, his eyes, adjust, to the d… Wondering, if the sound, was a dre… He struggles, to move about;strain…
I could see the lonesome tree. Under draping branches, I did see… Thou held thy straw hat; and waved it for a halt. Thy sweet whisper in my ear
Wistful burdens sit and ponder All the stars that steal my wonder Hurtling towards the cursed blessi… All the time my heart is stressing
SWEET little upturned faces, Poor little hands and feet, Little eyes that are careworn and… From hunger and want in the street… Hear ye that skylark singing
Without You You are the greatest thing ever happen in my life .... How could I live life with joy How can I enjoy the sun rays
At night When I reach my bed I collapse into the callous softne… Stillness ahead My hands stretch away from my tors…
The harvest moon was shinin’ As Murtagh came from the fair, And Oh! The scent of the new-mown… And the gorsebloom in the air. The night wind lifted his shock of…
Seven o’clock and a bath delayed As indecision wins over the day Or maybe a stale is still on the w… The movie in background now makes… As another pretense to the purpose…
Lord, I’m grey, my face is run, But by old Harry, I’ve had my fun… And all about, I seem to see Lads and lassies that look like me… Ice—blue eyes on every hand,
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