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The Room Fills With SmokeWhen I cut it all out I thought it would be gone but still it lingers the stench of lies the clouds of pain the hurt so stuffy filling this room I try to leave the room but the door is stuck not opening to the clear air I cant breathe its too heavy too thick I cant see the fog begins to lift but still the door is stuck am I trapped here?The Room Fills With Smoke
or do I simply not see the other exit? Must I try to not see the obvious way out and instead take the logical route? Perhaps only then when we uncloud this room we see the exit
by ~LadyPacman
How To Make Me FellIf I told you Would you believe me? Would you cast me off and throw my musings away? Pin me down and intoxicate me with truth? Blind me with the cynicism of your lies Hang me out to dry as you so cliched-ly said to me Kick me until I comprehend. To much to be denied Thricely like Christ. Pick me up and hold me like I want you to. But no. Then it would be let out. But you can't.How To Make Me Fell
Bad Bad Bad No. Help me. Help you. as a movie once said or so it goes. Tell me how to feel How to fe
by ~LadyPacman
You and MeWhen I was a child I saw things anew To see through my eyes and watch over you And there was nothing elseYou and Me
you could do and I couldnt fight the feeling so true
And to think that we
could make it last
Take my hand try to understand
There was not much else to say There was only you there today
And to think that we could make it through
If there was a place
for us Would it be to late for us? If there was a place
for us Would it be to late for us?
by ~LadyPacman
Ode to the Lost BoyI think I am alright but I'm not really sure. My heart gets heavy. Then it floats back up. Things get to hard, then lessen up again. No one understands when you are all alone. Dropped like trash. Replaced like a broken toy. I guess I was broken, but now I can't be fixed. Only time can heal the wound. But the scar will still remain. If I don't pay attention. My heart is all good. But you begin to speak,Ode to the Lost Boy
and the tears form again. Actions make me sick. Words cause me pain. How much more can I take?
by ~LadyPacman
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