My Prison FlowersEVERY SHADE OF THE BRILLIANT, PRISMATIC RAINBOW ARE IN YOUR SOUL WAITING TO EMBLAZEN THE LIFE OF ANOTHER AS YOU HAVE MINE.
THANK YOU! RA, JC, JM, JK, CH, GC, CC, FS, AND ALL THE OTHERS I FORGOT TO MENTION
Not AloneMy dearest son, my precious child, I pray right now... come home a while.Not Alone
Just to stop and say, "Hello." To laugh and smile so that I'll know;
That you're ok, alive and well, because right now I just can't tell.
I'm so sorry, a million times. We'll work it out and somehow find;
A place of peace that's just for you. Where all your hopes and dreams come true.
Where rain and pain, life's dreary days, are whisked aside
and swept away.
Where you won't have t
Daddy. Where Were you?My idea of father is... …remembering back in time…Daddy. Where Were you?
Daddy helping me learn to ride a bike? When he taught me how to fish? When he showed me how to love myself? Oh, I wish, that I could think back to a time when you Gave me my 16th birthday gift? Which likely isn't what you’d think, Much more simple than a car. I just wanted more than anything for you to call me from afar. Even just a card, with, “I love you.” tucked inside
Since you were never able to stand there by my side.
I know I wasn't always good, Someti
My Hero My SelfA little boy on front steps With a tear drop in his eye. Never understanding, Why his momma makes him cry.My Hero My Self
Yet he has dreams and so her screams, don't matter much to him. Because someday he'll be all grown up and the good life will begin.
When he grows up he'll be Someone special, Yeah, someday she will see. He won't need her anymore. From the pain he will be free.
A grown man on the front steps, A tear drop in his eye. Never understanding, How his life has passed him by.
The bottle in his hand, Helped mold a
The Man Who Planted A SeedI once knew a man who plantedThe Man Who Planted A Seed
a seed, a seed he wanted to grow. But he was afraid, he might do it wrong. So he waited and soon came the snow.
Not sure what to do, With faith, the man knew, There was a chance That a flower might grow. As he spread the earth out, He had hope that a sprout Would soon show.
He waited and waited. Then fear soon set in,
as he thought once again, he had failed. He walked down the path, Giving up hope at last, As behind him his tears left a trail.
Because he knew with each day that
Joy
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"Make Art not Friends"
your sister knows me pretty well, im rather simple to figure out
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Sexually deprived for your freedom, so freakin cherish it!
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Sexually deprived for your freedom, so freakin cherish it!
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Intention can only mitigate transgression, never absolve.
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