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I am waiting.
I am waiting for you. I do not know you yet. Or if I do I am unaware of your intentions.
I am impatient. I am trying hard not to be. Somehow, I know you are there. I can feel you pulling me.
I am hoping you are waiting. I am hoping you feel me too, Will you be patient and wait for me? I will try my hardest to reveal my intentions.
Until then,,,
I will wait,,,,
And keep on waiting...
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Sometimes I feel the wind blow through me. It is as bitter and cold as me.
It's origins are a desolate place. A land of endless ice and snow.
Beautiful in it's melancholy perfection, with nary a footprint for miles.
A place all my own, where only few have tread.
BrotherBrotherBrother
My brother,
I m searching for you again, I'm looking past the emerald leaves, past the murky waters. and the crystal blues.
Where have you gone brother? Why have you left me here?
I was not yet finished looking upon you, your porcelain skin, scarlet lips, your eyes wide and deep as my own.
Why can I not be with you? How long must I wait to see you again?
Dear brother, I miss your little hands in mine, I miss the way you never pulled my hair, I miss your silent voice, I miss the face of the man
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There is a place shaped just like you. It runs deep, and angry inside me. You are imprinted their against my will.
How far must I got to cure the canker that you have left, gaping, and foul in me.
A wound that can reopen with a sticky sweet memory.
I cannot blame you. I do not think you loved me.
But you raged like a fire, inside my cold world. I will never be warm again, now that you have taken away your blaze.
You will never know, there is a hole, shaped exactly your dimension, somewhere in the
SpiralThis burning inside twists and spirals As I look at how far I’ve fallen The bitterness and rage takes holdSpiral
The wind tears through my mind I hold my limbs close to myself But only fall faster into the dark
My past is hideous and dark Like actions of this downward spiral I no longer know myself I just know how far I’ve fallen For answers I search my mind Nothing of wisdom takes hold
I extend my hand in the air to hold But in my hand I see nothing, just dark Knowing this rages me and rips through mind And I only continue through thi
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Charlie Brown: Isn't there anyone who knows what Christmas is all about?
Linus Van Pelt: Sure, Charlie Brown, I can tell you what Christmas is all about...
Message me and I can tell you too.
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