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Never-ending
I remember you once asked me,
To describe my love for you...
And I said that no matter how hard I tried,
I could never stop loving you...
And then you asked me,
To tell you just one word,
A word so full of meaning,
One that would show your worth...
To me...
So this is the message,
The word I am sending,
This is my love for you,
My love is...
Never-ending...
I remember the look you gave me,
The smile on your face,
A look and smile of love so undying,
I swear...it's something I can taste...
And then you leaned towards me,
And whispered just one word,
A word so full of meaning,
One that would show my worth...
To you...
And this is the message,
The word you are sending,
This is your love for me,
Your love is...
Never-ending...
Tell me, why should I compare,
You to the sun and the moon,
When I could reach up to the heavens,
And replace them with you...?
You!
(You!)
(You!)
Every day of my life!
You!
(You!)
(You!)
In my thoughts every night!
There is you...!
(you...you...!)
And my love will still be alive,
Even after I have died,
It burns too bright,
To ever be denied...
Once, you asked me,
To tell you just one word,
A word so full of meaning,
One that would show your worth...
To me...
So this is the message,
The word I am sending,
This is my love for you,
My love, my love...
Is never-ending...
jlp October 16, 2009
I remember you once asked me,
To describe my love for you...
And I said that no matter how hard I tried,
I could never stop loving you...
And then you asked me,
To tell you just one word,
A word so full of meaning,
One that would show your worth...
To me...
So this is the message,
The word I am sending,
This is my love for you,
My love is...
Never-ending...
I remember the look you gave me,
The smile on your face,
A look and smile of love so undying,
I swear...it's something I can taste...
And then you leaned towards me,
And whispered just one word,
A word so full of meaning,
One that would show my worth...
To you...
And this is the message,
The word you are sending,
This is your love for me,
Your love is...
Never-ending...
Tell me, why should I compare,
You to the sun and the moon,
When I could reach up to the heavens,
And replace them with you...?
You!
(You!)
(You!)
Every day of my life!
You!
(You!)
(You!)
In my thoughts every night!
There is you...!
(you...you...!)
And my love will still be alive,
Even after I have died,
It burns too bright,
To ever be denied...
Once, you asked me,
To tell you just one word,
A word so full of meaning,
One that would show your worth...
To me...
So this is the message,
The word I am sending,
This is my love for you,
My love, my love...
Is never-ending...
jlp October 16, 2009
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Void
[Instrumental Intro]
I don't wanna fall apart again
Tired of feeling this way
Gotta wonder why I try
When it always ends the same
Maybe I care too much
and yet it's never enough
Sick of losing out...
I don't wanna break down this time
I know I gotta move on with my life
Can't change the way things are
and I'm tired of this fight
I know I have no choice, gotta let go
Pray the darkness won't claim my soul
I surrender, I gotta fill this void within!
[Instrumental Transition]
A glass heart with a steel backbone
not made for battle
not afraid to stand for the cause
But oh! How I've grown weary of this game
Done with the lies
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I hope it's worth it when I'm gone.
I can't even pretend things are simple anymore.
It's raining again, and with every crash of thunder, I miss you more than I can bear. I know it's not worth saying, because really nothing much is anymore, but it doesn't make it any less true.
It's eleven ten on a Friday night, and I'm sitting in the middle of the grass, watching the downpour spill off the roof. My t-shirt is clinging to my ribcage, and my hair is sticking to my face. I can feel the water running down the ridges of my spine, the backs of my hands, clumping in my eyelashes, but still, I don't move. Sometimes, when I can't stand what the world is doing anymore, I allow myself a
Literature
Between dreams
I'm listening to ice melt. It's funny sometimes, the things you notice when you're alone. The things you hear in the silence. The things we see in the dark. So I listen to the sound of the ice. It's the most beautiful thing I've ever heard. Cracking, dripping, wasting away. Am I fighting my sanity? Am a living in a dream? Nothing seems real anymore. In this silence. The ice is still ice but I don't feel like myself. I'm flying maybe, maybe hovering. I see myself in the puddle below. Soft touched and looking back at myself. A looking glass of water. Am I Alice? I run my fingers over the puddle and suddenly I'm a Picasso, a masterpiece. A work
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=frizziekizzie requested a piece about never-ending love some time ago, but rather than just write the first cliche that popped into my head, I let it sit in my mind.
This did in fact happen, I WAS once asked to describe my love, it did not, however, end like it does here.
True love, real love, can only be truly described one way, and that is "never-ending". True love in fact doesn't need to be described at all, it simply IS.
It never burns out, it remains alive and strong, it never fades away.
This did in fact happen, I WAS once asked to describe my love, it did not, however, end like it does here.
True love, real love, can only be truly described one way, and that is "never-ending". True love in fact doesn't need to be described at all, it simply IS.
It never burns out, it remains alive and strong, it never fades away.
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