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Meadows in Bloom



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Points: 890
Reviews: 4
Sun Oct 02, 2005 3:04 am
waydownunder says...



I know everything’s not ok,
As we’ve crawled through centuries,
Watching innocence bathed in blood,
But as you cry, your never gonna feel complete,
So skip and stop when you sneeze,
To see that you’re running from love, with far too much ease,
Take a chance, and don’t stop to think to do that dance,
As you walk blindly through these beautiful meadows of romance.

You’re angry and spiteful,
And you’re watering your gardens of healthy disrespect,
For money and the less you know,
Your neon lights will be fireflies,
But who you miss, you’re not quite sure.
And you don’t know who to complement,
“You look so beautiful when you laugh”
You’re running from love when you’re still ugly in the photograph,
So will you change your stance, let go to be in the trance,
As you walk blindly through these beautiful meadows of romance.

You’ve been all over the world and it’s walked all over you,
But no one will hear your secret prayers,
To take you to another place,
Where clouds are not broken by glass,
Breathe deeply; we’ve all got the same dreams of beautiful days,
Release yourself, what you don’t have, you can’t feel now.
We have only each other to not be alone,
You don’t have to put up a fight,
You don’t always have to be right,
So while your licking your wounds and painting your doom,
Wake up and smell your meadows of romance, in bloom.
Im available. Send me a email or chat with me on Msn. Whatever.
  





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Points: 890
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Sun Oct 02, 2005 3:14 am
briaphillps says...



Great is has a lord of the flies feel,
  








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