different is good.
January 2011
“But as for me I’m coming to my final failure
I’ve killed myself with changes trying to make it better
But I still ended up becoming something other
Than what I had planned to be” —a Perfect Sonnet
I’ve killed myself with changes trying to make it better
But I still ended up becoming something other
Than what I had planned to be” —a Perfect Sonnet
Release me from a world unkind
A world where the blind is leading the blind
Shadows of the past keep stabbing my back
Reminding me of when i slipped out of track
Their wasting their time another morning dawning
And time when the restless keeps on joining
I can't sleep until I devour you
I’ll see you again„„„goodbye
61 strong years filled with love and no fighting…ill be joing you sooner than you think
im glad no one read st his
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A child is born on the east side of town with the world in his hands
His mother, an angel with no food to eat, says: “Love is our last stand”
The child he grows spreading hope through the world
With the love in his heart
His words get confused and he cries as he sees his brothers
Tear themselves apart
The boy has been dead for thousands of years but we still sing his name
Forgetting his words we watch ourselves die
‘Cause we don’t all seem the same..
“And all I loved, I loved alone.”
—Edgar Allen Poe (via daphneemarie)
