The Blind ManYou see her walking, with tears in her eyes But you can’t feel them falling down her face. You see him running, with fear in his eyes. But you can’t feel his heart racing pace. You see them holding hands, with love in their eyes. But you can’t feel their soft touch. You see them yelling at the top of their lunges with hate in their eyes But you can’t feel the confusion of caring too much. You see him with perfectly blank eyes, But you can’t see what his eyes have seen. For the blind man sleeps with one eye open, Going to places through others, that no one else has beenThe Blind Man
Car Crash CoupleI can still here the yelling The harsh tones And words that were so unkind. The face you made When I began to cry Is still vivid in my mind. Words of regret and forgiveness Are still ringing in my ears And I still have goosebumps From your hand wiping away my tears. I can still taste your lips From the last heated kiss we shared But my heart has frozen over From your frequent icy stares. See, we were always funny in a car crash kind of way. The explosions finally stopped, And there was nothing left to say…Car Crash Couple
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All the ways you wish you could be, that's me. I look like you wanna look, I fuck like you wanna fuck, I am smart, capable, and most importantly, I am free in all the ways that you are not.
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The problem I have with that is how I'll usually eat until the bowl is empty, so if my bowl is a bucket, the evening often ends in an intervention of some kind. Or tears. Or indigestion. - Jason Mraz
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The problem I have with that is how I'll usually eat until the bowl is empty, so if my bowl is a bucket, the evening often ends in an intervention of some kind. Or tears. Or indigestion. - Jason Mraz
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"Art is the world inside one's head made real"
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"Art is the world inside one's head made real"
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