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If one man would understand, would I be brave enough light my fire? If one man would see my truth, Would I still shame in my desire?
By Rachel Steinmetzabout a year ago in Poets
The thought is a lonely air; The thinkers so much so. More thicket than the mind can bear, More breath that can cease with blow.
Then I'll be a breath of lies and a knot of twisted truth. And a wind of betrayal cries and a world forever in youth. -
At times I come to conclude that still packaged, my heart came broken. And the whispers supposedly at fault were never really spoken.
Dear G-d, Today's the day you said the world can't be without me. And so, I entered this world with an innocence just in a baby.
A minute is invaluable. Trapped in the rush of life. So much potential in its essence, filled with joy, fears and strife.
I never wanted to paint you I did it from a hollow hole. Thought to form something shaded, to fill my empty soul. - I never wanted your heart
I'd rather watch the world than be a part pf it. And rush past the lives instead of living it minute. - The dream of a taste
Within the vapor of warmth in chill, lies the life of humanity. One second here, the next gone still, we chase it for our sanity.
The word October Means something so much more than Just a month to me.
If fire scares my soul then I am blind. I've been searching for the coal, But my heart can't find. * My mind recognizes flames
Why can I spot a sea of stars if she can't see just one? Why is her life a catch of misery if mine is full of fun? - Why is her every breath labored
