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I Am
Contributed by
undead_poet14
on
Tuesday, 8th July 2003 @ 08:35:00 AM in AEST
Topic:
DreamsandWishes
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Cream – A caring and kind shade, the color of relaxed and daydreams.
A dog – Always loyal to its friends, and a companion for life.
I will try my best, be my best, do my best, but I will also often fail…
Christmas – A time where families are supposed to be one instead of far apart. What I always wish for in my own…
“Ironic” – “It’s the good advice that you just didn’t take… It’s like meeting the man of your dreams and then meeting his beautiful wife…” the story of my life.
I want to feel the warm of love from another, but it seems that can never be.
13 – Like the flip of a coin, chance is the only thing depending on how things turn out.
Fire – A burning, fiery passion within the soul, always burning brighter. Reds, oranges, yellows… creating the fire, setting it a flame.
I used to dream sweet dreams, of being something great… but now they are gone.
Drums – A low murmur at most times and then a lurid thundering boom at when it is most unexpected.
Suburban – Smoothing running across the road, softly lulling you into a calm sense of peace and happiness. Reliable and durable for the times to come.
I will never smile for true again…
A futon – Comfort in anyway, there when you need to relax and calm down from the stress of everyday.
Strawberries – Sprinkled with light dewdrops of morning, always fresh and sweet.
I let go of the ones I care about, for the benefit of others…
Whistle – A subtle sound, showing simple approval, then maybe something more.
Theater – A place to get away from all of life’s troubles, and dip into the make-believe worlds of romance, comedy, and adventure.
I have forgotten what it is like to feel pain. I am use to the heartache that comes with being a human being.
Fly – Soaring through the clouds, higher and higher. Never wanting to come down. Dreaming of the wonders that await ahead.
A square – A frame of my life, four equal sides. Identical. And yet they never seem to be together entirely.
I remember a time when I thought that love was the genuine bond of all. But, I guess was wrong…
A daisy – Most innocent of all flowers, but underestimated in the overall outlook.
December – White powder softly falls over me. The sound of a tender melody plays softly all around you.
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