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This is my song, The story of my life This song never has an end It is constantly being written Pen and paper… no not at all This song doesn't need any of that Just life, passion, love, disappointment and happiness I have no writers block, this is not the occasion for that brick wall I never want to forget any certain night This song is filled with passion, and love, and fire melting the ice There will be many disappointments in this song that never ends Even when I perish it will forever live on People may say it's time for a wrap, Yet my song is only beginning, there's no clue as to where I will end up. So far it's fille

They Cause the Butterflies You say you love me, but I can't say the same Oh what I'd give to relinquish this kind of pain My head is so confused I feel pain and content all the same anymore... I can no longer feel the difference Sorrow's tears have yet to drown me their wrath shall be coming all to soon I close my eyes for fear of that day Why me, how could it happen this way? In the beginning I'd mistaken love for lust Oh, what a vulgor sin soon I will be able to feel the pain all the way to my guts, oh my guts what feelings they proclaim. They can proclaim many feelings solo or in accompany They cause the butterflies to

This was a poem from my days of friend hater mode. So Many Questions You call me a friend, you lie to my face I don't know how much more of this I can take. I try to look past the drama you've made, but at times  your shit makes me insane. Sometimes I wish we were little once again... Remember the good times we had back then? We were once so inseperable and now each other we cannot handle. Times go by way too quick Constantly afraid of looking back at regret. I don't want to desert you, but I don't know if this friendship is true. Why did things end up this way? Why can't we just go back to that day... the day we stopped bei