

ReplacedIt's time to move on. It's what my head is saying. But my heart won't listen. It ignores the thought. Shuns it. Clings to its little hope. That he will come back for it. It's just a dream. No. A nightmare. So dark and cold. Where has my light gone? Where is my warmth? I know the answer. I just don't want to accept it. He's taken everything. And left only pain and heartbreak. Will I ever move on? I ask myself this every day. And every day I answer. No. No, I will not. It's impossible. Or so it seems. TReplaced


For GrantedI dont know what to say. I dont know what to do. You were the only one who understood what I said. Only you understood why I did the things I did. I feel lost without a stride beside mine. Two pairs of shoes matched step for step. I thought you were a constant, I thought we wouldnt change. I thought someone so tall didnt need to grow. I guess the only way left was to grow apart. I tied strings, but they were ribbons on empty gifts. I thought I was offering something in return. I listened without hearing. I looked without seeing. I didnt want to accFor Granted


Trappedgrounded by the fear of flight while others dance and dream delight never freed from my domain no cure for the incessant bain no wings to fly, feet torn and bleeding others cautious words, unheeding want to escape the clutches of my own live without what others condone speaking words I never meant the deed needs done, my mind is bent armored by others, defended? nay sealed clothe whisked away, the prison revealedTrapped


DisenchantedWhen childhood ends and leaves your soul behind Chaos erupts within the unfettered mind Ash left in place of the faeries dust Swords in stone will only rust Magic words turn sour on your tongueDisenchanted
Every shred of hope is wrung Leaving you bleak and dry Hoping yet for some chance to fly


DesertedThe waves beat against the salt-aged ship, the ceaseless toll of time Floating on, abandoned, the emptiness echoes, bone-weary and alone Creaking timbers cry out into the fog, unanswered, unheeded Everything is brittle, the frail pieces of the aching pastDeserted
The memories haunt, the only passengers to a lonely soul
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Wumbology, the study of wumbo?
it's first grade, SpongeBob!
-Patrick
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Wumbology, the study of wumbo?
it's first grade, SpongeBob!
-Patrick
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Wumbology, the study of wumbo?
it's first grade, SpongeBob!
-Patrick
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