My Eyes Are BurrrrrningThat's about it.
Work and Play
Lady in Red
I Suck at PoetryI suck at poetry. I suck at the rhyming, The timing, The miming.I Suck at Poetry
I suck at the word choice (I’m better with voice!)
I’ve tried to rhyme orange With torange, Ba-gorange Fa-jorange… But the morange I try to rhyme orange I just want to lay down and die, And cry, And yell “Oh why?!”
(breathe, now, just breathe…)
But there’s always the rhyme of love, Sweet love, That comes from above-- It fits like a glove And floats like a dove (Oh, I’ve heard enove!)
So no more will I rhyme (
Lost DaysLightning crashesLost Days
My mind returns to static.
I had seen a glympse of your face
But it dissipates.
Returning to loneliness
I try to remember the last thing we laughed at;
But in vain
for nothings the same
once you start down that road,
The road you know well
The path worn old
By footsteps both Reluctant
and Excited--
I try saying your name, but i can't.
I still remember being entertwined on your truck seat giggling about nothing important &nbs
Keys
aint got nuthin to say so have a great say!
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"a pharmacological method of making people love their servitude"
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I have joy because I have pride
I have pride because I earn my life
BTW... I think Travis was "with the times" less than 24 hours after he asked that. So uh... get with the times pal.
Hehehe. JK.
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So did you get the All-Northwest music yet? Huh? Hmmmm? It's awesome, isn't it!
BTW, I was totally telling my boyfriend how I have bets on your for state solo, like... that I think you'll win (which was quite a bit for me to actually tell him since he's competing in the tenor division). So yeah, you'd better not let me down, Travino. Talk to you later, much love.
~Melissa
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