Walking Sideways
Passion is love. Love is standing at the edge of a cliff, singing to the sky about passion. Love is without hate, envy, or judgment. For love knows not the bounds of the mind. Love is an ever going symphony. And I'm falling, I'm falling, I'm falling. So walk sideways, that doesn't make much sense but neither does love. Love, love is standing at the edge of a cliff singing, love is the unending song of my heart, and thee undying symphony of my soul. I'm falling, I'm falling, I swear I'm falling, so walk sideways. That doesn't make much sense but neither does passion. And passion? Passion is a symphony played by the orchestra that is love, never stopping to breath and unending in my heart of hearts.
The Mask They Don't See
Smile, smile they say. Smile because thats what they want from you. I don't want to smile though, I want to throw my blank smile that doesn't reach my eyes to the ground. Its alright to break they tell me, go down for the count. 1...2...3 tap out. We'll be there to stand you back up on your feet. But they want me to smile like everything is okay, and some people need me to be okay. So I have to be the strong one, invincible to the hurt and invisible to the pain. Its alright to hurt...just understand I will never leave you as you do. But for the sake of us all the mask stays on, so my anger doesn't hurt you, and my pain doesn't cause yours. This is my mask to bare...
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Poetry/Life/And My Childish Antics.
PoetryThere is poetry in here if that helps. Also I like sorting out my thoughts, have fun reading. Or don't do whatever you're human with free will.
