

Staring at YouStaring at you, I am The boy Trapped in a dream A feeling, comes over My emotions Run wild with possibilities I look, and you smile I look, and blow a kiss Your way Can you bring me moreStaring at You
Then what I see Can you show me more Possibilities
Missing those days With the one wish, evermore
Staring at you, I am The girl Wavering at the coast A wave, brushes across My emotions
Fall over the sandy plains I look, with a smile I look, receiving a kiss
I want to show you more Then what's seen &


I Am AbigailContrived in the shine Held close in confines The might of the scars, hidden As bashed and bruisedI Am Abigail
The memories come I am, behind the door Far away from the shore With a string tied, and eyes covered A savior of the lost
And a remembrance of the damned Awoken, shaken And living with the broken This body, a figure As the words spread Breeding you The love of a lie
Truly, I am I am a part Of someone's beauty
Of someone's blood
Eye for an eye And a smile with a refrain The fame of the misfortune As


Eyes OpenEyes open Eyes dwindle To the beat One light, could come But one sight, is shun Upon the broken tableEyes Open
Eyes open And up to the air Sky, are you the mighty Or just slightly shady You make it better In a dim solemn night But nothing can be right While the road is barely visible And all I can see Is the exit, a mile ahead
What could I believe in? Believe in the existence The reason The purpose The woeful words? An upstart, hopeful slur Could be the animosity Of the serenity For any living so


ThrustThrust, I thrust I thrust what What can I thrust? A point of A point of what Can I make a point? A point worth giving, and worth Receiving What is, anything If I cant make you believe Do I, thrust Thrust some trust Down to you Down you Can I give you, something to hold? Or would you crush What I thrust, in trust Is that the point? The point I can make That I am worth something And you are worth everything Ill give you And Ill receive only one One heart, to hold One heart, to trust &nThrust


Picture FrameThere is an emptyPicture Frame
cavity in my chest.
I like to call it my picture frame.
The picture is missing.


For dust she is...She walks among the fallen ones, breathing in their dust. Her feet do not trample the ground, rather they seem to melt into it, becoming one. As the last one fades, so shall she. The hour comes and passes, and now she is no more.For dust she is...
For dust you are and to dust you will return...
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