A Journal of Sorts
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"miss my love today as I miss the stars that shine above telling me one day my love will come to me again miss my love I'd say is the only thing that I can do I just can't live with someone new reminding me of her she said before she left that she would return to me although it may take quite a while I know that she'll come back and once again the time to fall in love will still be mine till then I'll wait in morbid company miss my love I do just as one would miss both day and night waiting here alone is not right but what else can I do?" ~ Gilbert O'Sullivan ~ later and he cried but I don't want to go there any more and he cried don't go betrayal is just a word like a knife through the heart the condemned who know the experience when the world falls apart corrupt love is just as cruel as the most heinous hate some lessons are only learned after it's too late now that you're jaded and self-hated how does your garden grow the pretentious smile you offer is something I don't want to know now that you're fated to be degenerated do you think anyone cares? foolish innocent, you're fucked they've sold all you're shares tossed you out locked the door you're not welcome that's the score banished now you can be sure you're not part of the family anymore and he cried I don't want to feel like this anymore and he cried don't go but what can you do when a mother betrays a child and walks the fine line above legal abuse when a psyche of secrets is silently defiled neglect and confusion tie an invisible noose and what can you do when the parents don't care but will fight to the death to keep anyone out the sickness is not to be spoken of out there cuz no one should know what the family is about love is just a word like a knife through the heart the condemned who know the experience when the world falls apart corrupt love is just as cruel as the most heinous hate some lessons are only learned after it's too late now that you're jaded and self-hated how does your garden grow the pretentious smile you offer is something I don't want to know now that you're fated to be degenerated do you think anyone cares? foolish innocent, you're fucked they've sold all you're shares tossed you out locked the door you're not welcome that's the score banished now you can be sure you're not part of the family anymore and he cried... in a love song to William Horatio sung to the tune of the beat of his heart... I hope and I pray that there'll still be a day when he knows... I will be here, wherever he goes... a heart worn on a sleeve, always shows... Happy Birthday Will |
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