It All Ends with Youall eyes are upon us. You and Me side by side church organs pouring into our very soulsIt All Ends with You
this is us walking into the future Slowly into our unknowns You and Me. Me and You. Together.
It all began with you...really. and every step we take, the memories...memories of you, replays and replays in my mind.
you did not want me simply. you really broke my heart. and i have to wonder if you ever knew, but maybe it could have been worse somehow.
this is us. walking into oblivion. your shoulder bumping into mine.
Collection of MemoriesI want to go back to the golden beaches where those palm trees towered over our heads...where the big bright sun shone down on us...I want to go back and feel alive...life was sweet...perhaps too sweet...my imagination ran wild on sunset boulevard...listening to those beautiful Spanish melodies...ignoring those lingering stares...up and down until they accidentally meet my eyes...hey honey, they would say...a blush quickly burns my cheeks...could they be any more obvious?...but just once I wanted to know what it feels like...Collection of Memories
Going back to those lazy afternoons...when I played with his little fingers and toes, and hearing his gig
He means Nothing to YouHe is everything you could ever want He is everything you could possibly need And he means nothing to youHe means Nothing to You
He loves you. Loves you with everything he has And he means nothing to you
He sees you as perfection. He sees you as his queen. And he means nothing to you
He will do anything and everything for you He will endure pain just for you And he means nothing to you
When he lays his eyes on you Nothing else could possibly matter And he means nothing to you
You might not notice But he worships the ground you walk on,
An Artist of TearsAn Artist of TearsAn Artist of Tears
You are an artist. An artist whose canvas I am, Stretched taut and painful Over the frame of your world. And you paint with colored emotions And you paint with silent tears You paint with a maudlin intensity That brings out the maudlin in me.
Em
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im here to live out loud
im here to live
im here
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"Boredom kills. It may not kill you but it certainly kills braincells."
-Me-
Well-behaved women seldom make history.
-Laurel Thatcher Ulrich-
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I smiled across the room, embarrassed rogue
through sheets of smoke.
Her stare burned my smile to ash.
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"Boredom kills. It may not kill you but it certainly kills braincells."
-Me-
Well-behaved women seldom make history.
-Laurel Thatcher Ulrich-
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