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You remain in my thoughts Day and night Want to say Don't know the way There is only one way My fear stands in the way Honest expression is not a sin But feeling guilty within Fear of rejection parading my heart If you don't respond what will I retort If you do and my pessimism comes true Can't handle it at all Not tell you Leave it vague There is a pleasure in it Finding sadness in a likeable frame Or regret not telling you rest of the way I don't know the answer yet Push comes to shove i don't have the guts Part of me tells me You don't have to reciprocate My feelings are enough Remaining within me Churning and grinding to heart's content Preparing to tell you Gives me an agenda To try vicariously the styles i could convey my thoughts Best option yet Will not keep me satisfied A Dreamlands picturesque Image projected If you would confess what you have Never happens in reality Doesn't mean i can't dream Makes the truth harder When fantasy seizes Plethora of emotions Could be ended by a single line Is there a time Called the right time Time will tell if you are a passion Or just an infatuation
...I sometimes think... ......the only reason we fear the dark... .........is because deep down... ............we know... ...............how easy... ..................we could fall into it... ...And that idea scares us... ......because we have... .........no idea... ............of the destruction... ...............we are capable of...
Preach what you know to be true, Speak only the truth, teach what you know to be true, otherwise don't preach, speak or teach anything at all! Learn only from those that follow these same rules and law.
Sometimes the Moon is just the Moon Stars simply stars They're just reliable objects They just are And birds are just birds They're pretty They fly Often words are just words They're witty They lie And colors are just granted Sort of like you and I Until each pretty petal just withers and dies