Life
is the
flame
and we the wax
that is softened,
forced to shine,
and finally sent
to wisp away.
Shine well.
and we the wax
that is softened,
forced to shine,
and finally sent
to wisp away.
Shine well.
I'm
SEMI- AUTOMATIC.
My prayer's
SCHIZOPHRENIC.
But I'll
LIVE ON!
I didn't think leaving could be this hard, even if it
was the right thing to do.
I didn't think you would let go this easily. I thought maybe you would try and get me to stay.
But it's okay. I guess you lose sense of the big picture once you're so heavily invested in something
that's only ever going to try and kill you in the end. I'm trying to forget but this is harder than I imagined.
I want to forget. I wish this had never began, I wished I'd never known you, I wish you weren't so annoyingly
you. I want you out of my life, 2015 is a new year, new start, new habits.
They say it takes 40 days for something to become 'normal' to you;
if that's how long it takes to forget you, then I'm down.
Don't ruin next year,
Please.
I didn't think you would let go this easily. I thought maybe you would try and get me to stay.
But it's okay. I guess you lose sense of the big picture once you're so heavily invested in something
that's only ever going to try and kill you in the end. I'm trying to forget but this is harder than I imagined.
I want to forget. I wish this had never began, I wished I'd never known you, I wish you weren't so annoyingly
you. I want you out of my life, 2015 is a new year, new start, new habits.
They say it takes 40 days for something to become 'normal' to you;
if that's how long it takes to forget you, then I'm down.
Don't ruin next year,
Please.
She was the flame of a candle -
Steady and stately from afar,
But flickering and unsure when anyone tried to get near.
Steady and stately from afar,
But flickering and unsure when anyone tried to get near.
There's a little tugboat floating out to sea,
The waves jut into a rusted bucket,
Swaying it asunder,
All the boat carried was cargo,
No urgency, no importance,
A mar on a beautiful ocean,
Oh little tug boat, oh little tug boat;
I'm sorry that you're me,
Maybe we'll finally be lost at sea.
(d.e)
The waves jut into a rusted bucket,
Swaying it asunder,
All the boat carried was cargo,
No urgency, no importance,
A mar on a beautiful ocean,
Oh little tug boat, oh little tug boat;
I'm sorry that you're me,
Maybe we'll finally be lost at sea.
(d.e)
I'm just
a Moment
so, Don't
let me
pass you
by......
a Moment
so, Don't
let me
pass you
by......
August: It's a metaphor, you put Mexico in the World Cup but you don't give the referees to win
