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<size="16">No Words</size> I can't put this feeling into words Do you remember me when you lay down to sleep? Do you remember me, the way we used to be? Do you remember all the things we said, the things we'd planned to do? Or do the fights and the tears block out the past of me and you? I don't know exactly how to explain this Does she know how you're feeling? Does she know the pain you've felt? Does she know your greatest secrets and fears And does she know what tugs at your heart? Do you feel any guilt or any sadness over me Or is it all blocked out with thoughts of she? Do you think about me or do I never cross your mind? Do you ever imagine that it's me instead? Do you ever wish that I was there instead of her? Do you ever regret the mean things that you said? Does she remind you of me in any way? Do I ever come above her, once, at all? I can't explain what I'm feeling But I know what's in my heart I can't spend this time away Without me in your heart I want to be yours I can't imagine not knowing your life Or having someone take my place Is she better than me? Probably. But no matter how long it's been Nor how far away you've went There's nothing that can stop me except for you 'Cause I'm still loving you 'till this day Do you care? Does it matter? I can't explain this feeling But all I know is, I can't stand it if we're broken apart <size="16">Ningunas Palabras</size> No puedo poner esto sentimiento en palabras ¿Me recuerdas, cuando te duermes? ¿Me recuerdas, en la manera nosotros estuvimos? ¿Recuerdas todas las cosas dijimos, todas las cosas pensamos hacer? ¿O las peleas y las lágrimas bosquejan el pasado de tu y yo? No sé exactamente como lo explicar ¿Ella sabe como te sientes? ¿Ella sabe el dolor que te sientes? Ella sabe tus secretos más grandes, ¿Y ella sabe que tira a tu corazón? ¿Te sientes cualquier culpa o tristeza de yo? ¿O es todo lo bosquejó, con pensamientos de ella? ¿Me piensas o nunca cruzo tu mente? ¿Te imaginas jamás tú que soy yo en lugar? ¿Te haces jamás que estuve allí en vez de ella? ¿Lamentas jamás tú las cosas malas que tú dijes? ¿Te recuerdas ella de mí en alguna manera? ¿Vengo jamás yo arriba ella, una vez, en todo? No puedo explicar que me siento Pero sé que es en mi corazón No puedo gastar esta vez lejos Sin yo en tu corazón Quiero estar tuyo No puedo imaginarse como no saber tu vida O alguien tomando mi lugar ¿Ella es más bien que yo? Probablemente. Pero no importa cuán largo ha sido Ni cuán muy lejos tú fuistes No hay nada que me puede parar menos tú Porque todavía te amo hasta esto día ¿Cuidas tu? ¿Es importa? No puedo explicar esto sentimiento Pero todo yo sé es, Yo no lo puedo soportar si somos rotos aparte. <size="16">We Are One</size> Her wrists bleed black with lies Her tears spill silent thoughts Her faith, a dwarf Her life so little Her love, so gone <b>She Is In The Past</b> My wrists anew with flesh My tears sealed in their ducts My faith, a giant My life so strong My love, so alive <b>I In The Future</b> Sprung from she She will be me Are there really any differences? <u>Though In Inexistant Time</u> <b><u>We are One.</u></b> <size="16">The Wicker Still Holds Strong</size> All alone now Sounds cliche Corny However, true You hung up I went off to cry Why? Not the most glorious break up So what? Doesn't change the way I feel Shows how small events can grow Into monsters, and rip A relationship to shreds Tear at its boundaries, its soul Eventually imploding its head My lies, my lies So big but not our fall Why was it the simplest thing, that caused our demise? Which was supposed to be an act of love... I know you did not wish it to happen this way But some things can get out of control I wish I could take it all back, show you my love another way Dawn breathed on my neck That very next day A neck drenched with sadness, poured right from my eyes My voice hoarse with worry, With a dying soul and regret Waking up that next day My grief too much to measure But my unbroken hope, remains 'till this day Exactly a year later, to the minute My hope still remains For that night, the last words you said "I love you" My hope still remains <size="16">EXTRA! EXTRA! READ ALL ABOUT IT! MOST FAMOUS PAINTING IN THE WORLD, CREATED BY GOD!!!!!</size> I see the twinkle in your eye The pip in your step The tint on your skin The curls in your hair The talents in your body Whether you be Royal, a slave, or just an ordinary person You are all works of art God is our sculptor, Our painter, Our friend. Giving each of us a face, a mind, a heart and a pen, With which to express the talents, He bestowed upon us, as well. The earth is his muse With its twists and turns, Cultures and individualities To create a new person Sculpted to perfection Made with the finest clay A work of art to this day While Van Gogh, Da Vinci and Picasso Made works of beauty; The Mona Lisa, The Three Musicians, In Province, You are all beautiful, too. Though who created the hands, Which painted these famous? <size="16">A Tribute to Women<s/ize> In our small world of dolls Our small hands Our unrespected thoughts Our sculpted bodies, Are you perhaps a princess? With pampered skin, pricless items Hidden life, forbidden friendship But physical beauty all the same Are you perhaps a warrior? Who never backs down Never gives up Will fight to the end of days And never is seen at fault But is never given the respect, kindness Or thanks she deserves Are you perhaps a dreamer? Whose feelings are kept a secret Who can't make up her mind Who sits by herself at lunch But creates works of beauty From nacho statues to unpublished sagas Are you perhaps an inquirer? Without a religion Without a race Without a goal in mind Thinking out every step And letting it all fold out before you, In your own way In rows and folds, in threads and cloth Life is your red carpet You're definately one of a kind But is always left behind And whose opinions are never bothered with Are you perhaps a child? Who brings smiles to all faces But brings pokes and pinches, To once smooth skin Who can lighten up a day Complete any mother or fathers life But is never taken seriously Are you perhaps a slave? Captured for faults not caused by you Tears as your pillowcase A life you did not choose Parents are gone Friends are traitors But you are the respected, the strongest one All dolls have 2 sides Good cop, bad cop If you put them all together A replica of what life should be Is then created We are all a princess, A warrior, A dreamer, An inquirer, A child, A slave. All we simply have to do is Stop Having our small hands; Build a world of our own, and make all things fair Have a say in what we can and cannot do Stop Having unrespected thoughts; Have our voices heard, our ideas put to plan Stomp on the so-called "men" Stop Having sculpted bodies Be our own person Not what the "men" desire, anymore All of us, a priceless doll Which no ordinary ken can pick up off the shelf <size="16">Kaleidoscope</size> Staring into your merciless, black eyes, Raging with fury, raging for freedom I wondered what was coming next You had already lifted me into the air, dropped me back down And now I'm swinging, round and round You whip back your mane, swing your tail sassily Warning your next rider; Beware! Your hooves held galliantly, You march with your army, Upon your never-ending path Decked with colors, garments and ornaments Your princes, kings and queens Seated in carriages not far from you Those cowards, hiding from you in their carriers Valiant steed Your strength is that of a Thoroughbred Wiping your mane royally Above all the others Perhaps this one is an Appaloosa The one handling me with such force, such power The powerful Mustang riding along next to me In our voyage north You are so modest, but so strong The Shetland, your are but my favorite So small yet you hold power over men Who are attracted to you endlessly, You rule them with your attitude These lights, where are they coming from Spinning around me in a vortex I feel as though I'm part of a hurricane All these colors, swishing around me, trapping me In a kaleidoscope of fear There is a ringing in my ears I now hear music, too And your new rider sits astride you Ready to take control Don't let them, it's all you As I step off the Merry-Go-Round |