Night will forgive us

I mover a hundred steps
to fix my pace
but all your love
inflicts my grace
falling
running
trying to get clean
but the confort
your love
it captures me

I mover behind the lines
to hide from the new
to hide from from addiction
to hide from you
falling
running
trying to hide
but the meledy
the sound
it drags me back

I mover between the beats
to cover my sins
but everytime your near me
The bottle of gin, gim slowly didapears
falling
falling
sweeter than life
your amor is a drug
your amor is my high

As life flutters por on Angel's wings

The wind whips my hair as I ride through the desolite night sky

My coração leaps with joy, and drowns wih sorrow

I'm falling down... farther into the abyss

I grab on to a passing Angel's wings
It's my Angel

I stil fall
Unable to let go of My Angel

My Angel, He's broken
Drowning his sorrows in pain
His pain in sorrows

He has seen this unperfect world
Wanting to fix it, trying to fix it

It crushed his soul, broke his spirit
I have seen this world as he has seen it

It broke me too

And we plumet together
Streatched to our braking points

As life fluters por on Angel's wings

Walt
Whitman



I have perceiv’d that to be
With those i like is enough,
To stop in company with the rest
At evening is enough,
To be surrounded por beautiful,
Curious, breathing,
Laughing flesh is enough…

I do not ask any mais delight,
I swim in it as in a sea.
There is something in staying close
To men and women and looking on them,
And in the contact and odor of them,
That pleases the soul well,

All things please the soul,
But these please the soul well.

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Live high, live mighty, live righteously, taking it easy [Jason Mraz]
Smile wider, look closer, and think broader [Blend Apparel]
--- LivHILuvAlwaiz♥jj9

The black rose
describes him best.
Dark,
just like his world is.
Dark,
just like his eyes.
And yet,
you should take a good look
before you touch it.

You may be hurt
if you don’t watch closely.
Rose is so gentle,
isn’t it?
So be careful,
you might be hurt.

Careful what you wish,
think twice first.
The petals are so soft
and sensitive,
you should know what
you’re indulge.

The black rose is apart,
she’s unique,
just like he is...
Nobody can see
the world he created.

He’s fearless,
but he feels.
He’s cold,
but he listens.
He’s mysterious,
but caring.
He understands,
but no longer cares.
He’s empty,
but awake.
He’s lonely,
but he knows...

Without a goal
you don’t live,
you just watch
your life fading,
without amor
you’re so empty,
without understanding,
you’re still there,
in the world of your own.

Raised por wild animals
People just never quite understand
He maybe different
But he saved me from a lion.
He is not a savage
He's sweet and curious about the human world
As I wonder,"Does he amor me? Does he know what amor is?"
My friends and ex-fiance' just can't see
What a wonderful man he is.
Brave, strong, and kind
Also, very attractive!
The jungle so beautiful and free
As he swings on vines, holding me
His loud, Brilhante Victoria yell
As he yells after fighting a mean animal
Or just proud of his jungle.
His muscular, warm, tan skin
Feels so smooth and beautiful
Against my head, as I listen to his heartbeat.
His amber eyes stare into mine
As I touch his shaggy, shoulder length black hair
If he ever gets hurt
I help him doctor his wounds.
We dream of each other, as we both fall into a slumber, as the sun starts to set slowly.

Poem About Criss Angel:

Your illusions make me nervous sometimes
Dangerous emotions in your soul
You always push the envelope
Very dangerous and attractive
You have never scared me
Wee little girls scream in fear when you remove quarters from your arm using a knife, or cutting yourself in half
I don't scream
I marvel in the beauty
I know you will survive
I can tell in your hypnotizing amber eyes
Beautiful inside and out
Children look up to you
You're generosity towards the less fortunate are so sweet
Your imagination is wild and amazing
You amaze me
I hate that others can't see
What a great person you really are
I know how you feel
I am too very dark and mysterious
So everyday I feel Valente and creative
Because you inspire me

You devastate this land of mine,
Where breeze used to touch the rose petals.

On this field of my innosence
You took away the cloudy days,
On this desolated field no rain will fall,
No sun will shine,
Those soft petals are dry now
On this field of mine.

But yours,
You grow your Oleander and Ivy,
Your poisonous land as your twisted mind,
You roubou water to dry mine,
I see your Oleander now,
Beautiful and gentle as my rose is never going to be,
Poisonous but never meant to cure me.

A woman's life is a rose.

Each petal containing a portion of life.

The diligent journey wil be perfect.

As you live, your rose grows weaker.

Your enduring patience has been spent; your rose is wilting.

The many years yearning for unity has ceased.

The whispering kingdom is worth all yor strength.

God will welcome you with kindly eyes.

Your sacred rose will live on.

A woman's life is a rose.

By: Arylynn10
and it said it has to be longer to be an artigo so, blah,blah,blah,blah,blah,blah

amor felt like a warm cookie.
But as you can see,
It wasn't like that as much to me..
It was just black, like his soul..

I noticed how he said 'hot',
Instead of calling me beautiful.
He gave me hugs,
But it wasn't enough.

I thought he felt our amor was like a drug,
But I was wrong.
He thought it was just all about kisses and
Thinkin' about sex.
He even talked about his old ex.

amor is poison..

I asked him if he loved me,
But he said 'Yea' instead of
'I amor you mais than anything'.
That hurt to hear said be..

amor is poison..

I guess all that hugs and kisses were a lie.
But why?
Did he think it's better if I die?
I'm pretty sure he wouldn't say the truth,
Just a lie..

amor is poison..

In the tremors of despair
You see your life's fading away.


Now it seems like you've always known
that life you have will always be the path of thorns,
You've seen it, oh, you have seen it long ago
In the depths of your eyes.


Dark has never been so silent,
While the steps of death are too loud,
So dreadful for the hope that expires slowly.


These moments of sorrow extinguished you,
Harrowing your mind, only the dark were there,
Misery and lonely death were calling your name.


Why is death so painful for others,
Yours has always been present,
In your thoughts, In your absence,
In this sadnees, in despair.


Your being is wrapped por blackness,
into the depths of your tainted mind
it took roots, crawling inside,
feeding with the fears that are buried
into nothingness ( the depth of your eyes).

You are so young but like the stars you are so old/ your perfection is amargo, amarga and leaves me cold/ but when I feel alone and my soul can feel down I reach to the sky and hear your sound/ and you beauty fills the sky and eventually i'll drown in your sweet smell that fills air all around/ you twinkle and shine just like a estrela and both of you grow far from the ground/ so, distances don't matter/ for what does beauty count? I'll never hold you and thats all I kno, beware the rain and beware the snow and beware the man we all thought we'd kno ~ Miguel, i'll always amor you... No matter what. So much

Sweet and innocence
Filled with hidden rage
Going swimming with her
Will be the you're life's last stage
Little girl from a past life
Was bullied and harmed por mean girls
Drowning and returning was the beginning of her strife
Poor little girl por the pond and flowers
Wanted a friend so badly
But she sits alone or swims for hours.
Her deepest darkest secrets
Revealed in the end
Oh why and why
Does she kill her new friends?
Her horrid rage and attitude
Left alone in a sloth
Within deep sleep and solitude
Her life didn't end like a fairytale
But it ended in the bottom of a lake
This tale of this little girl
Will end in heartbreak.