once awake and now asleep,
so many hours for night to keep.
i lie awake until the toll,
a perfect target a breathless soul.
un alert and unprepared,
i fade away to ill repair.
it takes a hold while i am weak,
and eats at me to my defeat.
i sit thoughtless though my mind does scream,
wake me from this horrid dream.
i count on you my good friend,
to wake me up before the end.
I die to hold you close as we spin round and round
You smile but quiver without making a sound
To shy to help you and say its ok
To know what is wrong each tear and day.
I hear bits and peaces of your daily woe
Of torment by words from friends about foe
Truth be told I stand and cry with you
I care too much to tell you I'm with you
I care and I worry and while away
And pretend to smile as I see you each day
I ignore the signs because you want me to smile
Which leads me deeper into denial
I smile back as we dance this round
I smile but quiver without making a sound.
Ok ya'll(yes, I just said, "ya'll")!!! I'm moving to a new account. If you would like to know the name please e-mail me at elephynk@yahoo.com because I can't say the namey thingy online. I'm hiding. ;)
I love Ayn Rand. She's my new best friend(which isn't true cuz I think she's dead and I gravely dislike talking to dead people)! Isn't this one of the best quotes in the world!!!!
Every form has it's own meaning. Every man creates his own form and goal. Why is it so important - what others have done? Why does it become sacred by the mere fact of not being your own? Why is anyone and everyone right - so long as it's not yourself? Why does the number of these others take the place of truth? Why is truth made a mere matter of arithmatec - and only of addition at that? Why is everything twisted out of all sense to fit everything else? There must