Our words are what make us immortal. They live on while our bodies die, passed on throughout the ages. Saved forever for the world to hear and read. Our voices gone, no longer heard, but our words live on forever. ~Pammymcb~
Sunday, August 31, 2008
Saturday, August 30, 2008
Lie
Sometimes deep inside your heart
You can feel it's fallen apart
No one really knows how or why
Could it be he told you a lie
You can feel it's fallen apart
No one really knows how or why
Could it be he told you a lie
Tuesday, August 26, 2008
Saturday, August 23, 2008
The Time of the Broken Heart
Hello is anyone out there?
Can anyone hear me?
Or am I just alone?
This is a confusing world with confusing words that have confusing meanings.
We are living in a fast world during slow times.
Death erases the future for many now.
These many include children of love, parents of pain, and their stories.
The spirited youth will come forth as your friends' children or even yours. Do you understand?
Don't worry nobody does, not anymore.
We are being tortured for past things, love misunderstanding and our doings. Most of which, we can't help.
It's not your fault nor is it mine, or even theirs.
But whose is it you ask?
Who knows?
Maybe it is the ones who have come and gone before us.
Time stands still for many in this desolate world, and the pain arises and speaks to us, through us.
This is the time of the broken heart.
Can anyone hear me?
Or am I just alone?
This is a confusing world with confusing words that have confusing meanings.
We are living in a fast world during slow times.
Death erases the future for many now.
These many include children of love, parents of pain, and their stories.
The spirited youth will come forth as your friends' children or even yours. Do you understand?
Don't worry nobody does, not anymore.
We are being tortured for past things, love misunderstanding and our doings. Most of which, we can't help.
It's not your fault nor is it mine, or even theirs.
But whose is it you ask?
Who knows?
Maybe it is the ones who have come and gone before us.
Time stands still for many in this desolate world, and the pain arises and speaks to us, through us.
This is the time of the broken heart.
Friday, August 22, 2008
Thursday, August 14, 2008
Tuesday, August 12, 2008
Wednesday, August 6, 2008
Monday, August 4, 2008
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