No Such Thing as Easy Lovefor once I just pray for an easy love something simple, sweet, like two turtledove no jealous streaks, no trust problems or cheating someone that wants to stay, no chance of retreating but for me it seems there can be no such thing so I'll take it in stride, hope lets me still singNo Such Thing as Easy Love
so close and so far, I never can tell no escaping my mind, my personal hell why can others find happiness, all wrapped up with bows while I'm searching for mine, but how my highs have such lows
once I was so near, so close to finding true love so far away now feels like watching from ab
A Fate Apart from DeathA fire breaks out, red whips of fire lash out the makeshift structure burns quickly and before i can shout its coming down around me, my fate is now sealed the timber crashes down upon me, i stumbled and reeled the heavens cry out as i watch from the ground with terrible thunder and monstrous sound im dragged from the ashes, by death as i feared though my time it was not, life kept now by wyrd the stars spare me, my savior was strong i was sure to be dead, Thanatos proves me wrongA Fate Apart from Death
Brokena wise man once told me "Do but one thing only twice." and though i stand against most any a man, young or old i feel myself contending still with naught but small field mice my stories are sacred and many, my secrets could injure if told once i have done but i fear never again, not in my life my hope is now fading, my nerves might not hold like fighting off an old bear with only a knife i have staved off the hunger but my fire and heart grow cold my smoke house in ruins and my livelihood gone i have only my failing courage to last me the night they've taken my rook with only a pawnBroken
My Hands are StainedMy hands stained green, my deed is done all that's left to do now is run though the act is small the impacts will grow and much too soon all but a few will know i had no quarrel with them, nor any ill will they are gone now forever, for good or until the next seasons come and with them such strife i must temper my resolve, for in me fear is rife alone in my quest, the journeys are long though my intentions are true i still may be wrong those once with me are sheltered, hidden and warm and now it is i that must, alone, brave the stormMy Hands are Stained
I need your help!
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terminat hora diem; terminat author opus.
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terminat hora diem; terminat author opus.
i think you should put something new up
<3 roni
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