Lessons.I've learned a lot of lessons,Lessons.
In the short time I have lived.
I've learned how to appreciate,
And I've learned how to give.
But in these past few months,
There's two I'll remember most:
I've learned how to love,
And I've learned to let go.
You entered my life with such a force,
And left it with one as strong,
And though we tried to make it last,
We both knew it wouldn't be long.
I lie at night and think about,
How I'm the one to blame.
If only I would have trusted you,
I could have missed this pain.
And
Never Loved This WayShe's too much in love, Though he'd push and he'd shove, She refused to truly see. That he was bringing her down With his moods and his frown, When she really could have me. "He's hurting you," I say. She replies, "You've never loved this way."Never Loved This Way
Well, I have, and I do, I wish she felt this too, Then I wouldn't be alone, While he was making her hurt, Treating her like dirt, His heart as cold as stone. I tell her, "It's a high price to pay." She replies, "You've never loved this way."
Finally, she opened her eyes, And saw, to her c
from the sidelinesOver dusty shoulders I seefrom the sidelines
a world I'll never win, and I should be anywhere.. Anywhere but here..
Dirty chalk clouds slur through a city sky until they drop off the stale earth,
and this is my story, and I shall follow them, and I shall fall. Harsh and ugly.
We lived life like we were the only ones not broken.
Your heart was the fist matching my bruises,
we were misplaced children, collapsed from our worlds
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im taking photos when i get inspiration, when i know that something could be great, and this is not usually, cause my main hobi is music, playing guitar, piano, and sometimes other instruments, and composing music that's why you see guitar on pitcures often, i love them |
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Don't wish,
Don't start,
Wishing only
Wounds the heart...
~I'm Not That Girl from Wicked
Hope you have a great weekend!
Daniel
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"Tomorrow will begin the first day of the rest of your life" // Thomas Koschwitz
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Who am I to dream?
Dreams are for fools, they let you down.
Kristina P.
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Who am I to dream?
Dreams are for fools, they let you down.
Kristina P.
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