The old, loved man

A leaf felled silent down,

as the old man walked around town.

He’s wife was the best and blind,

and they married at sixty-nine.

He gasped for air,

As the wind played with his hair,

His eyes turned cold,

And the man was gone.

His wife had been cold,

Since he turned old,

The previous fall,

She couldn’t handle it all.

He gasped for air,

As the wind played with his hair,

His eyes turned cold,

And the man was gone.

Now he’s in heaven,

eating at seven or elleven,

his wife gives him kisses,

and there's nothing he misses.

The voices

It has turned out that the voices was right all a long and that's ok. It's so much better know. I'm happy again. I'd rather be happy on my own than unhappy with someone else. That's it. Easy as that. Not that I'm alone or anothing, actually quite the opposite. It took me a week.

The voices

They are here again. The voices. Telling me I'm not worth him. Telling me he'll never love me the way he loved her. The voices suck and I know they're wrong. Therefore I'm asking them to get away. Out of my head. Out of my life. I don't need anyone telling me I'm not good enough and especially not when that's voices in my own head. Get out. Get lost. All I want is to get rid them. Bye voices, I don't need you.

Is this real or is it fantasy?

Is it true
that you and me
could be?

HELL TO THE YEAH!

I like me as I am. There's nothing wrong with me. I'm in fact, perfect in my own eyes. If I weren't I'd do something about it. I love me. If you want to be with me, you have to accept that.

You said

She's like a knife

in the middle of my chest.

She would be your wife,

jusing your arms for rest.

But a dark knight,

come and took her away.

"Sleep with me tonight",

That's what she'd say.

To her you said,

"I will never be like her".

And this is what I desirve.

All we have together,

must mean more than her.

I wasn't supposed to know,

he never would have told,

but, you know,

I swallowed it as gold.

A tear in my eye,

A breath in the wind.

Please, don't lie,

Please, let me come in.

But you said,

"I will never be like her",

And this is what I desirve.

All we have together,

must mean more than her.

You saw my eye,

you felt my tear,

said "Please, don't cry",

but this it what I fear.

I'm not good enough,

I'm not what you need.

But I'm sold and bougth,

and If you leave, I'll bleed.

But you said,

"I will never be like her",

And this is what I desirve.

All we have together,

must mean more than her.

Then I said,

"If you need her,

go for it.

I want you for sure,

you have to make it fit."

Then you said,

"If I lose you,

there's nothing left.

Then she'd do,

be like my weft."

Then I said,

"I need you,

more than you need me.

Even though you do -

not agree. "

Then we said,

"All we have together,

must mean more than her.

I like you a lot,

this is our plot".

He smiled, I smiled.

But I, will never be, like her.

(In reality I said "I wish my name was *her name*", other than that, this explains it. I never disliked my a-cup, but this girl has a H-cup, and well.. I don't feel too good about my A-cup anymore. I know it's silly, but I can't help it. I like him, and I can't help that either.)

Love

(two girl friends (or more) talking all over it, and one of them sure got that awesome niggah attitude)

Sometimes you just have to let yourself fall, it dosn't matter if it's gonna turn out good or if you'll be crushed into the ground and all of your intestines will be smashed externally to the asphalt. That's the chanche you've gotta take to actually get to the point where love no longer is a weak idea, but the stage where love is all there is. Love hurts, it does, but as long as it's more good than bad, you just keep on going for it girl! He has to fall as well, it's not like it's any different for him. I bet he thinks you are way too good for him ..

Ah, cut the crap! We both know he's off the hook - way over me..

That's what you think, and that's what he thinks about you as well. I know that. Just keep on fallin', you can't stop now, girl. It's like - he's the only theme, issue, and though in your whole entire gigant head - and I ain't sayin' this just to say it, I'm sayin' this because it's the truht. Ok, baby. You see, no one ever said love would be easy..

And I know that! I've got all these dreadful experiences with love, if you haven't notices yet.

I know, unlucky love sure ain't easy, but neighter is real, good love. It's tough! Feelings go up and down like a thunderroad, and if you PMS it all up, maaan, you're gonna have some trouble living every now and then, but the good times.. I could PMS a whole year for a month of good times, really. It's so sweet. Love, O'sooo sweet. Love, sweet love! (8)