

To Be AnnouncedIlluminations of Inevitable IntoxicationTo Be Announced
The candle dripped exotically, Purifying our imaginative imperfections. He whispered “Love” with Indecisive curiosity. He allowed his thoughts to Overpower his fears. The effervescent radiance of The flame did not complicate The coexistence of our minds. Instead it illuminated it’s self As well as the always intriguing Animosity we felts towards the Rest of the world for betraying us. I had nothing to fear but Fear it’s self And yet I was petrified. There was so much left Unheard, unspoken


Connecting The StarsIt was just a dream. I've gotta keep going, Keep saying, And reminding myself, It was just a dream.Connecting The Stars
You said that tomorrow was Hours away, And yet it still came too soon. You said we'd be fine, And it was true.
You said In Memory Of, And I thought you meant us. You said goodbye, And I thought forever.
It was just a dream. I've gotta keep going, Keep saying, And reminding myself, It was just a dream.
Spend one more night, Laying by my side on the asphalt And spelling our names by Connec


A Shooting Star For ChristmasLast night I had a dream in which I was Awoken my a man. He came to my side, and held me tight And said I was beautiful. He asked me if I had just one wish, One wish to last me a lifetime, What would I wish for? Now this wasn't hard at all, For to the right of my bed you Were sleeping sound In the house we bought the year before. Things were perfect for us right now. I didn't need to wish for a dream come true, I had you. I didn't need to wish for a home of my own, For we lived in a castle. The only thing left to wish for Was for this man toA Shooting Star For Christmas


Can't You Tell?She wakes up to see,Can't You Tell?
She's been living a dream. He walks beside, He glances her way. But there's something in the look he gives And something in the way he speaks to her. She says tomorrow comes too soon, Baby, you have no clue. Tomorrow comes too soon, And I fear this is the last time I will ever see you. But then tomorrow never comes, And tonight never ends. A flick of the wrist, Drop of a hat. Walk this way, Believe in me. Baby, do you see what I see? I fear you do. She says tomorrow comes too soon, Baby, you have no clue. &nb
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~Music and writing are the purest loves, You love them,and they return their love without bias. They do not care about your failings and imperfections, only that you love them~Me
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~Music and writing are the purest loves, You love them,and they return their love without bias. They do not care about your failings and imperfections, only that you love them~Me
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