It's the problem with mistakes, they tend to linger.
The winter came with blossoms and the bees left their hive,The love was ephemeral when he became the prince charming,And the unbalanced promises couldn't take their stake
Like the sun and the moon loved each other,Like the sky loved the stars,The sun and the moon couldn't shine together and the sky couldn't have stars forever.
I must always seem so reserved and remote to them. Once in a while they ask questions that seem to call for a statement of what the hell I'm always thinking about, but if I were to babble what's reall...
I want to lie down on the bench then, or better yet, on the grass, rest on something living and see if I can hear the dead underneath.
Don't get too deep, it leads to over thinking, and over thinking leads to problems that doesn't even exist in the first place.
The hands of fate keep time on a heart-shaped clock.
Reflections in the heart are more pronounced than those we view in a mirror.
Some people think that the world revolves around them but even the Sun is not the center of the Universe.
Jest when we stopped wanting to kill ourselves, we started to die.
I don't really wanna know what makes you leave, or when you'll be back.I just wanna know what will make me cry at your arrival.
Live free, dream loud, be inspired, find your power.
Who is happier, those who are aware, and doubt, or those who are sure of what they believe in, and have never doubted or questioned it? The answer, she had concluded, was that this had nothing to do w...
Live your life in such a way that when you die, you're the one smiling and everyone around you is crying
The splendid thingabout falling apartsilently...is thatyou can start overas many timesas you like.
These dreams are disappearingSpeak and be misunderstood Or be silent and goodand as how far as it lookThese dreams are disappearing..Put hopes in a box and tieIt's either protect it or dieMaintain the...
Give me the strength to lead, for I fear otherwise we may hang ourselves.
All that they lacked was the gift that descended upon the chosen disciples at Pentecost, in tongues of flame; symbolizing, it would seem, not the power of speech in foreign and unknown languages, but...
Threw you the obvious and you flew with it on your back, A name in your recollection, down among a million same." - A Perfect Circle.
I wrestle with my mind, but seldom win.
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