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What happensWhat happens to a soul that wants to leave but cannot go? What happens to a heart free to wonder, instead stays in its place? What happens to a smile broken by the world? What becomes of a woman with these things?What happens
When a woman longs for only one thing, with everything she is Is it wrong to want what you cannot have? When she can see, feel, cry out for your touch,
Is it wrong to want what is so far away?
When she doubts what she is and ponders what she was, Where does she turn for comfort? When she defines her state in life around all you are,
How does she keep i
by ~SMURFWHOLOVESBANANAS
A yearA year has passed, come and gone Content at last, my heart grows fond. A year of growing, a year of time So much knowing, not worth a dime.A year
Someone should have told me, someone should have warned Don’t live life too boldly, sometimes its right to be scorned I wish I would have known then, what I now know Always wishing grows thin, never receiving can make you grow
To have grown and not to have changed To have sinned and not to have blamed To stand tall and keep your eyes held straight Face the world, face your fate.
A year has passed, come and go
by ~SMURFWHOLOVESBANANAS
If I were in charge of the WorIf I were in charge of the world, I would cancel any show with an 80’s rock, pop, metal or rap singer trying to find “love” in it, American Idol, Deal or no Deal and also tampon commercials.If I were in charge of the Wor
If I were in charge of the world, there would be NFL football year round, a taller height average for women and realistic body types for models.
If I were in charge of the world you would not have Mark Twain novels, you would not have Pro-life billboards or the band Metallica! You would not even have the Jordan Creek Mall. If I were in charge of the world, Venti Caramel Frappacino’s woul
by ~SMURFWHOLOVESBANANAS
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meby ~flyingants
How we doIt’s that love hate thing going on where we hate how much we love –How we do
the way we put each other under this. What a mess. I really like your shoes, I’m not twice as new –
so let’s slip this mask on and let me see you. you’re just jealous, of how I could push your buttons –
even all the wrong ones seemed right. If I can’t have you. This second was nothing but a thought. Don’t slam your door, but leave the light on before you hop into bed. I don’t understand what I’m supposed to do. Is this song still on repeat in your head? I’ll plug myself in and c
by ~isthison
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Devious Info
- Current Residence: In my head. . . do you like what I've done with the place?
- Interests: Writting, Listening to music, and talking to trees!
- Favourite movie: The Other Boleyn Girl
- Favourite band or musician: DAVE MUSTAINE!~ I WANT TO HAVE YOUR BABBIES~
- Favourite genre of music: Mostly Country and Metal. . but I listen to about anything!
- Favourite artist: Prince
- Favourite poet or writer: Edgar Allan Poe
- Favourite photographer: Morgan Graham
- Operating System: My computer DUH!
- MP3 player of choice: iPod (Cause I got one for christmas) *does boogie dance*
- Shell of choice: I like Hard shells on my tacos, but soft shells on people . . umm...shells
- Wallpaper of choice: The one with the smurfs
- Skin of choice: Silky smooth skin, but if its rough then. . .well . . I'll take the beating lol
- Favourite game: DDR
- Favourite gaming platform: PS2
- Favourite cartoon character: Gambet
- Personal Quote: Only Time Will Tell
- Tools of the Trade: Imagination and a dash of inspiration
- AIM: KissMeIAmALlama
- Yahoo: tagmytoe@yahoo.com
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