When did the feeling raise its eyes to the world that is me,
with trendels of darkness wrapped around what was thought to be my heart,
but a lung then the other, unknowing who they'd revive,
nothing to fear, no one was there, when did that change,
where was my heart all these years, what happened, when was I lost with nothing to gain?
Now the trendels are loosened if not gone,
but accurate are the hands placed upon my chest,
no more then an inch from they're target, nothing but emotion brought to attention,
and that the feelings I have are mine, only mine, givin to me from her,
the life I was to revive. I'd have given my life
seven words, the new false me by Fayt32100, literature
Literature
seven words, the new false me
to the dismay of the world that i myself live in, i wonder
why does any one "pursue" happiness, when if you do some one ruins it.
i use to hide away ad forget myself and all who where around me,
i wasn't important, my live was worth less, as was all that was me,
i wonder what makes people think that happiness is possible,
i stand vacant and blanched of my live, withering in thought,
i try'd to be happy once, i was with some one, female,
i let go of the fears that i held, then she picked me apart bit by bit,
she lied saying i was a great person, and that "he" didn't compare to me,
i gave up a lot for what i thought was "us" when it w
To what is the pain in my chest,
To what is the reason that I fret as such,
To what is the reason the my heart races like this,
To what is the reason the it does so when I only wish for her voice,
To what is the reason that her voice is so terrifying,
Warm, thrilling and important to these ears of mine,
To what is the reason the i feel as though,
Though that I have earned this right,
To what is the reason that I and happy,
To what have i done to have her eyes,
Her eyes gaze upon my soul,
To what have I done to feel her touch,
To what have I done to be happy,
To what is the reason that i can sleep with out her sent,
Her sent in
When did the feeling raise its eyes to the world that is me,
with trendels of darkness wrapped around what was thought to be my heart,
but a lung then the other, unknowing who they'd revive,
nothing to fear, no one was there, when did that change,
where was my heart all these years, what happened, when was I lost with nothing to gain?
Now the trendels are loosened if not gone,
but accurate are the hands placed upon my chest,
no more then an inch from they're target, nothing but emotion brought to attention,
and that the feelings I have are mine, only mine, givin to me from her,
the life I was to revive. I'd have given my life
seven words, the new false me by Fayt32100, literature
Literature
seven words, the new false me
to the dismay of the world that i myself live in, i wonder
why does any one "pursue" happiness, when if you do some one ruins it.
i use to hide away ad forget myself and all who where around me,
i wasn't important, my live was worth less, as was all that was me,
i wonder what makes people think that happiness is possible,
i stand vacant and blanched of my live, withering in thought,
i try'd to be happy once, i was with some one, female,
i let go of the fears that i held, then she picked me apart bit by bit,
she lied saying i was a great person, and that "he" didn't compare to me,
i gave up a lot for what i thought was "us" when it w
To what is the pain in my chest,
To what is the reason that I fret as such,
To what is the reason the my heart races like this,
To what is the reason the it does so when I only wish for her voice,
To what is the reason that her voice is so terrifying,
Warm, thrilling and important to these ears of mine,
To what is the reason the i feel as though,
Though that I have earned this right,
To what is the reason that I and happy,
To what have i done to have her eyes,
Her eyes gaze upon my soul,
To what have I done to feel her touch,
To what have I done to be happy,
To what is the reason that i can sleep with out her sent,
Her sent in
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