The weight of these expectations is enough to knock
me to the floor. Give me something tangible; I need
more than words laced with double meaning and
emotions implied inbetween the lines.
The things I thought you never knew about me
were the things I guess you always understood.
Sometimes our hope resembles a fruit tree in
winter. Who would think the branches would
turn green again and blossom, but we hope it,
we know it.
The unreal is more powerful than the real,
because nothing is as perfect as you can imagine
it. Because it's only intangible ideas, beliefs, concepts,
fantasies that last. Stone crumbles, wood rots.
People, well, they die. But things as fragile as a
thought, a dream, a legend, they can go on and on.
Wouldn't it be ironic if at
this very moment you were thinking
of me, as I`m thinking of you?
Change is a funny thing. We are never quite sure
what we are becoming or why. Then one day we look at ourselves
and wonder who we are, and how we got there
silence is pure.
it draws people together because
only those who are comfortable with
each other can sit without speaking.
Do you ever feel like crying?
Do you ever feel like giving up?
I raise my hands up towards the sky.
I say this prayer for you tonight because nothing is impossible.
Don’t send me mixed signals. I don’t like the confusion that it brings. I’d rather have the honest truth even if it hurts, because then I won’t be wasting my time depending on false hope to keep me hanging on.
Sometimes you've got no choice. You panic & you find the quickest escape possible, but after you've escaped from everything you start thinking back & realize the choice you made was maybe the wrong one.
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