The sky, a beautiful wonder,
When I stare from so far,
And I move the thunder,
Just to reminisce...
Looking up I imagine all amazing,
Experiences other people live,
Involving the blue sky,
And I cry.
It's those things I know I will never feel,
That make me so upset and filled with hope.
The day I die I'm,
Dreaming,
Of a clear blue,
Sky,
Shining droplets of,
Rain,
Rushing down upon,
Me.
The blood sunset fades,
As I dream to the sky,
For the final time.
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Amazing how life turns out the way that it does
We end up hurting the worst, the only ones we really love ~ Inevitable, Anberlin
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Amazing how life turns out the way that it does
We end up hurting the worst, the only ones we really love ~ Inevitable, Anberlin
Don't worry 'bout your poems being too sad or something.
It's important to write about your emotions
You got my
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~Our souls are like
little Butterflies,
trapped in our bodies.
Desperate trying to get out.
If we die, they'll be set free,
and they'll fly back,
to the Heavens.
Back, to where they came from...~
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~Our souls are like
little Butterflies,
trapped in our bodies.
Desperate trying to get out.
If we die, they'll be set free,
and they'll fly back,
to the Heavens.
Back, to where they came from...~
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~Our souls are like
little Butterflies,
trapped in our bodies.
Desperate trying to get out.
If we die, they'll be set free,
and they'll fly back,
to the Heavens.
Back, to where they came from...~
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