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[08 Jan 2006|05:25am] |
he;
entangled amidst the beauty and nightmare of words;
this is he, this is he.
mingling with silver linings and enchanted swords;
this is he, this is he.
laced and bound by my righteous claim;
this is he, this is he.
bereft of all lies, betrayals, games;
this is he, this is he.
dancing with the leaves upon the wind;
this is he, this is he.
singing with the angels youthful hymn;
this is he, this is he.
embedded and writ upon the deepest sea;
this is he, this is he.
embraced by truth and loved by me;
this is he, this is he.
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[02 Sep 2005|10:38am] |
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"....and I realized the most important thing about first love. As deep as it is for you at the time, it's only a teaser for even more amazing things to come and whether first love ends dramatically or hurtfully or simply, eventually all the emotional fog surrounding it clears and we can see that first love is so special because it's one of the few experiences in life when we follow only our heart - not reason, not "rules", not what other people say. Maybe that's why we hold onto our first love in some way - why we miss it or long for it, want to reclaim or redo it. Because first love opens our eyes to that feeling that everyone's been talkin about, singing about, writing about."
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[02 Sep 2005|01:23pm] |
and i don't know if you want this.
because you've never shown if you want this.
i'm crying over you.
because you don't know if you want this.
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