

Love's MarkOne doesn't /choose/ to love another It usually just hits you That you've grown in caring That this person is importantLove's Mark
We never talk about the after-effects What happens when you part ways The initial shock feels like hate but Really the love never dies completely
Selfless love burns itself into your soul Scorching it's mark on your life Memories are fond and funny Even when the burn of grief has past
Views of people or places are symptoms Affected by good experiences or bad Sentiments are souveneirs Embers leftover from


Magic? I don't know...Magic can't be real. Wizards and sorceresses battling is in the books that are found in the "fiction" section of the library. The curse laid on the beautiful princess that cannot be broken without some valiant male character coming to /rescue/ her: disgusting. Magic can't be real - or so I thought.Magic? I don't know...
Finding yourself single in NYC at the age of 30 is not a bad thing. There's lots of young people; always a party. However, finding yourself divorced at the age of 30 in the great state of Utah - I've yet to find a fairytale party that lives up to NYC standards - is another matter entirely. &nb


Worth Fighting ForI didn't think life was not worth fighting for. I just didn't think /mine/ was worth the struggle.Worth Fighting For
It's not that I hated the world and everyone in it. The substance in my life was lacking. Why should I care whether I live another day or another decade?
But then I met you. I did not understand why you drew me in; How you awoke my soul; When my passion reignited?
Life has different phases and outlooks. One of the first things I remember is how different we were.
Negative beyond anything I'd ever experienced outside of my inner turmoil, you had


Sorry I'm LateSorry Im lateSorry I'm Late
Waiting on the stairs at school Looking for the old station wagon Every other kid's already eating dinner All you said was "Sorry I'm late"
Running around the bases Catching the popped up foul ball Looking for your face in the bleachers All you said was "Sorry I'm late"
Leaping and pirouettes until my head swims Sweating out nerves under the bright lights Watching you sneak in while the bows happen All you said was "Sorry I'm late"
Standing with classmates on that memorable day Celebrating an end and a beginning at the
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FlightTake flight from an open window; One last kiss from the breeze as you hurdle downward; Tumbling harder, faster; Is this what it's like to die?Flight
Take flight from an open window; And watch life run by in an instant's time; Last moments in denial; Tomorrow is a hazy afterthought.
Take flight from an open window; And hit the ground but don't you die; Land on the soft earth below you; But dodge the grave, it's not your time.
Mind if I watch you back?
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Not yours.
Goodbye & Goodnight.
Dont call me tonight.
Thanks!
(:
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Not yours.
Goodbye & Goodnight.
Dont call me tonight.
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