at the ends of my eye's fingertips,
blazing the once calm horizon.
the faint morning light breaks,
painting the lackluster clouds a new.
giving birth to the new day,
and the hopes there of.
and maybe,
just maybe,
i wont have to hope anymore.















Comments
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Silence has it's own life, its ways of telling lies.
It's stories between thin lines; its secrets in disguise can leave conclusions running wild, turning logic to denial... bringing silence into life.
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it took a while for her to figure out she could run but when she did she was long gone, long gone.
<3
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you'll never know the true exent of your own heart, til you give it all away
i believe in love, peace, and humanity...for without it, the world would be full of animals
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you'll never know the true exent of your own heart, til you give it all away
i believe in love, peace, and humanity...for without it, the world would be full of animals
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it took a while for her to figure out she could run but when she did she was long gone, long gone.
<3
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Bad art is more tragically beautiful than good art because it documents human failure
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you'll never know the true exent of your own heart, til you give it all away
i believe in love, peace, and humanity...for without it, the world would be full of animals
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it took a while for her to figure out she could run but when she did she was long gone, long gone.
<3
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you'll never know the true exent of your own heart, til you give it all away
i believe in love, peace, and humanity...for without it, the world would be full of animals
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