A dream.
Your life is never going
to be a dream.
Dreaming of
better days,
you're hoping
that pain will
cinta anda less,
but pain
loves anda more.
You're still
that sad child,
anda have never gotten
away from your past.
Your destiny
is bounded
for their sins.
anda cannot wash yourself,
anda cannot be yourself.
They see you
as their opportunity
to restore
their failures,
but they don't see
that your desires
are being smashed,
your identity is
being erased.
anda don't remember
who that person is,
anda don't dream
anymore,
anda don't rejoice
anymore,
tho you're still
that sad child
trapped within
their misfortune.
They want anda
to play oleh their rules,
all they know is how to
command,
but they don't see you,
they don't feel
the sorrow inside your
empty eyes,
those used to shine.
And you're still
that sad child
full of hope,
crashed oleh unfilled
dreams,
smashed oleh their
bitterness.
And your identity
is being erased,
you're life is fading.
The joy of living
anda don't see,
tho anda still have
your dreams,
anda still want those
better days,
that sad child
still lives inside you.
Your life is never going
to be a dream.
Dreaming of
better days,
you're hoping
that pain will
cinta anda less,
but pain
loves anda more.
You're still
that sad child,
anda have never gotten
away from your past.
Your destiny
is bounded
for their sins.
anda cannot wash yourself,
anda cannot be yourself.
They see you
as their opportunity
to restore
their failures,
but they don't see
that your desires
are being smashed,
your identity is
being erased.
anda don't remember
who that person is,
anda don't dream
anymore,
anda don't rejoice
anymore,
tho you're still
that sad child
trapped within
their misfortune.
They want anda
to play oleh their rules,
all they know is how to
command,
but they don't see you,
they don't feel
the sorrow inside your
empty eyes,
those used to shine.
And you're still
that sad child
full of hope,
crashed oleh unfilled
dreams,
smashed oleh their
bitterness.
And your identity
is being erased,
you're life is fading.
The joy of living
anda don't see,
tho anda still have
your dreams,
anda still want those
better days,
that sad child
still lives inside you.
OK, so, with the holidays and the business of school, I have decided NO party chapter. I won't be able to write it for a while, anyway. So, let me just put it this way:
Over the span of.. let's say 6 weeks, Miranda, Sam and Alexander became better friends, and Sam still had a crush on Alex. Sam was still friends with Skye, but, being with the populer crowd, was pulled away and restricted from "hanging with the nobobdies."
Soon, Skye's friendship with her became a hatred and a api started and now, she hates Sam. So, Sam, Alex and Marie are all on friends terms (Alex and Sam.. well, lil' higher) and Skye is frienemies with Sam.
Over the span of.. let's say 6 weeks, Miranda, Sam and Alexander became better friends, and Sam still had a crush on Alex. Sam was still friends with Skye, but, being with the populer crowd, was pulled away and restricted from "hanging with the nobobdies."
Soon, Skye's friendship with her became a hatred and a api started and now, she hates Sam. So, Sam, Alex and Marie are all on friends terms (Alex and Sam.. well, lil' higher) and Skye is frienemies with Sam.
Shaped roughly from the rain.
Jagged crevices cut crudely
Not enough patience.
They rudely act out of duty.
Except for the movement that exists here
While the Spheres wait patiently for years
To be tormented from the cemented clouds
However their ever so patient, ever so patient.
Waiting for an ending of the intelligent, ignorant, belligerent.
The battle scarred unknowns secretly wait alone.
For the intricate impatients to lay ruined in lacerations.
Petty conflicts of constant greed, destroying all nations.
So the weather hardened unknowns, wait to be alone.
Jagged crevices cut crudely
Not enough patience.
They rudely act out of duty.
Except for the movement that exists here
While the Spheres wait patiently for years
To be tormented from the cemented clouds
However their ever so patient, ever so patient.
Waiting for an ending of the intelligent, ignorant, belligerent.
The battle scarred unknowns secretly wait alone.
For the intricate impatients to lay ruined in lacerations.
Petty conflicts of constant greed, destroying all nations.
So the weather hardened unknowns, wait to be alone.
Heyy there, I know in my last entry I berkata I would write on Friday- but I didn't. Theres actually loads of things that have happened to me in the last few days/week. Im not gonna tell anda though! I had no komentar on the last entry but as soon as I get some feedback im gonna start menulis to anda again- Im a very busy person. I go to school, I play football (soccer-(Im english)-) along with my menulis I also sing alot so I have many things to do/practice. Go look for my last entry and anda will understand partly why im jabbering on :) cinta to the people of the earth~ Cait xxx- 20th September 2011