If You Were a FishermanIf you were a fisherman, and I were a fish, Would you cast your line for me? And if I were to be swept up in your net, Would you decide to keep me?If You Were a Fisherman
If I were pulled from where I rest, Would you take me home? Or would you cast me away in disgust, brokenhearted forever, in the ocean to roam?
If the sea one day were stormy, Would you look to me for strength? Or would you prefer to battle alone, Matching its strides, length for length?
If I were to tell you I loved you, Would you put me with your batch? Or would you look upon me with scorn, &n
NightThe blackness fills me with its light, Like the moon, on a moonless night. The nights song fills me with life, It whispers things that kill my strife. It calls me up, it hunts me down, It stalks me through this dreary town. It fills my thoughts, it drains my mind, It's so very sweet, it's not very kind. Don't let the night find you today,Night
For then all hope is lost, you won't get away.
She Walks the LineShe walks the line between yes and no, She doesn't know which way to go. The black cobbled street or the yellow brick road? Should she take the path less strode? People pass, they know their way, She can not go, she can not stay. Such a choice, left or right, But both paths lead out of sight. She says to herself, The choice is mine, But still she walks the line.She Walks the Line
ReflectionI look in the mirror, see my reflection Find my face but feel no connection. It turns around and walks away, For it can not find the heart to stay. I stare in silence and watch it leaveReflection
I do not speak, I do not grieve. A crystal tear falls from my face, Unbidden and out of place. It turns around for one last look, And in its hands my soul it took.
| This is my cat, I think he's the reason I have such bad luck |
Gypsies and Shower Curtains
Excited
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Slower than a herd of turtles stampeding through peanut butter.
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I called your boyfriend gay and he hit me with his purse
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No matter where you go, there you are. . .
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Slower than a herd of turtles stampeding through peanut butter.
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I called your boyfriend gay and he hit me with his purse
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No matter where you go, there you are. . .
TIK TOK ON THE CLOCK BUT THE PARTY DON'T STOP NO!
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Slower than a herd of turtles stampeding through peanut butter.
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I called your boyfriend gay and he hit me with his purse
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