** You grow up the day you have your first real laugh AT YOURSELF**

** Pain is temporary, Pride is forever **

What Doesnt Kill You Tries Again
What Doesnt Kill Me Dies By My Hand

I feel theres this hole inside me emptiness that seems to burn I have this dream of being whole not going to bed each night wanting But still sometimes when the wind is warm or the crickets sing I dream of love that even time will lie down for

I want to wake up with the rain falling on a tin roof while I'm safe in your arms.

Wouldn't it be ironic to die in the living room?

~ADollsFantasy~

"Iron rusts from disuse; water loses its purity from stagnation ... even so does inaction sap the vigour of the mind."
Leonardo da Vinci

On The Wings Of Dawn
Mercy Shall Be Brought Thereon

I Want To Close My Eyes And See Your Face
And Hold My Breath Just A Second To Late