Whatever poisons in this bottle
will leave me broken, sore and stiff
But it's the genie at the bottom who I'm sucking at,
he owes me one last wish
~brand new~
Ive got a months worth of empty bottles, wheres my wish.
damn you genie.
i realize that I am slowly becoming way to emo for my own good. i need help getting out of this emotional downpour.
Why did 80s glam metal fade away. G n R, motley crue, poison, where did they all go.
will leave me broken, sore and stiff
But it's the genie at the bottom who I'm sucking at,
he owes me one last wish
~brand new~
Ive got a months worth of empty bottles, wheres my wish.
damn you genie.
i realize that I am slowly becoming way to emo for my own good. i need help getting out of this emotional downpour.
Why did 80s glam metal fade away. G n R, motley crue, poison, where did they all go.
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shakespeare's words. reminding me that mine are plebian and clumsy. he thinks my thoughts & has already written all the words i meant to someday write.....
You have no cause to hold my friendship doubtful:
I never was nor never will be false.
~Richard III
To give away yourself keeps yourself still,
And you must live, drawn by your own sweet skill.
~Sonnet XVI
When to the sessions of sweet silent thought
I summon up remembrance of things past,
I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought,
And with old woes new wail my dear time's waste:
Then can I drown an eye, unused to flow,
For precious friends hid in death's dateless night,
And weep afresh love's long since cancell'd woe,
And moan the expense of many a vanish'd sight:
Then can I grieve at grievances foregone,
And heavily from woe to woe tell o'er
The sad account of fore-bemoaned moan,
Which I new pay as if not paid before.
But if the while I think on thee, dear friend,
All losses are restored and sorrows end.
-Sonnet XXX
your are everything i wanted to be, you are my dreams and
not my reality, you are my flaws and not my achievements.
woe is me for i know not,
sweet sweet victory for i am not