Maybe it's the way he looks at me....
Or maybe how he treats me.......
that I love him so dam much blaugh
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Standing in the cold water, moon bluring my vistion.
I hold a handful of wet sand.
I ponder on the reason i fail to grasp this simole beauty
with a tighter grip.
The sweetly blackned sky looks down apon me.
Brightly lit golden moon smiles at me.
The wind rushes by to wisper in my ear and gently hug
my pail face.
I slowly close my eyes and listen to the soothing sounds
of the horrid world around me.
All so much pain and anger in this world.
And yet this place here, it's so peaceful.
The sounds of this world are like a hard core music.
Loud rithemed and deeply worded.
It seems to be the only sound.
No the only music i can fall asleep to.
And it plays over and over through out my day.
It's the only song i will never grow tirde of.
It's funny to think i'm the singer of this song.
The singer with a sweet voice.
The one that sooths the ones i care for.
I love the music.
The one called life.
I hold a handful of wet sand.
I ponder on the reason i fail to grasp this simole beauty
with a tighter grip.
The sweetly blackned sky looks down apon me.
Brightly lit golden moon smiles at me.
The wind rushes by to wisper in my ear and gently hug
my pail face.
I slowly close my eyes and listen to the soothing sounds
of the horrid world around me.
All so much pain and anger in this world.
And yet this place here, it's so peaceful.
The sounds of this world are like a hard core music.
Loud rithemed and deeply worded.
It seems to be the only sound.
No the only music i can fall asleep to.
And it plays over and over through out my day.
It's the only song i will never grow tirde of.
It's funny to think i'm the singer of this song.
The singer with a sweet voice.
The one that sooths the ones i care for.
I love the music.
The one called life.
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