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Would you be happy to know You can see her eyes? Bright blue and green She hides a little less now Would you be happy to know How your family has changed? For the better, so gratefully Their arms are so open now Would you be happy to know I walked away from the pain? I learned to fill myself up I feel so free now Would you be happy to know We still think of you? Sometimes it still feels weird To know you're beyond reach now

You don't care about who I am Who I was Nor who I want to be You just want to know How I can help you Protect you Minimize your efforts Towards your own goals I'm tired of accepting this I'm tired of putting a down payment On a future that may never come I've incurred no debt here Not in this way I don't owe you a thing

You used to have it good Just like the rest of us Doing things together Hanging out as friends Enjoying ourselves together With the people you knew and cared about You seemed happy You felt alive Then one day it happens Then your whole world is turned upside down Leaving you broken Weak and defenseless We were there to help you cope To try and get you through it as friends should do It was all vain As you turned hopeless and sour We just could not put up with it anymore Vain efforts to help Cheap shots being taken Just bitterness and pain After you found someone else You shielded yourself from the outside world and us It

I didn't want this This cold walking away The barest whisper of goodbye Before disappearing But could you believe I gained infinite possibilities of being Just by the simple expediency Of letting you go? Can you be happy for me? I would understand if not Consider then, for just a second That you too Have the opportunity To fly as high as I will Take the chance Don't look back at me You won't see my eyes Or my smile As I embrace destiny

10 Ways to Annoy Edward Cullen 10. Sing “Discovery Channel” by the Bloodhound Gang in your head whenever he is near. 9. Hotwire his Volvo and take it on a joyride. 8. Tell him the relationship he is having with Bella is practically paedophilia and he could be sent to jail for it. 7. Ask how Tanya is. 6. End every argument with “Bite me, Edward.” 5. Call him Romeo both behind his back and to his face. 4. Whenever he complains or argues, reply with “What are you gonna do Edward? Go to Italy?” 3. Tell him his hair isn’t bronze, it’s ginger, and he should stop denying himself – he’s a rang

My eyes are bloodshot They tire barely staying open My body is numb as it refuses to slumber Staying up in vain Punishing itself day in and day out For no reason at all Pondering over the many things within the mind Ending with the same result Pain and hurt Stress Anxiety Sadness Nothing is the way it is supposed to be Instead of feeling free I feel trapped Shackled in ball and chain like a prisoner A victim guilty of what crime? Nothing. Just on the receiving end of anguish Inescapable and unavoidable Caused not by myself But by others around Slowly changing me from within A soul destined to suffer Happiness I canno

The Earth and all her jubilee and might,  and self-inflicted hardship overcome,  and doctrine forged to settle wrong and right no more can tell her doctors from the Sun- with science and scripture stirred and made the same,  and idols cast from dirt and lust and gold,  and sunlight ploughed and passed a clever name,  and beauty culled and bought and used and sold, thus, sun and beauty bound and in a mew,  as each one treads your lashes and your hair, but glossy doctrines cast and mould and skew;  and you can't tell the sunlight from the glare-   and don the golden makeup and disguise,   as lashes keep the sunlight from your eyes.

It lingers overlong in my mouth Like the sting of wintergreen mouthwash Cleansing, yet numbing I know this dormancy is needed Slumber more so I can grow Icicles hang from my deep freeze heart Preserving hibernating dreams Of when the sun once again shines

The conifers played the piano the night you died. On reflection, because of what happened, I expected there to be rain and stricken bolts of lightening. A perfect storm for an imperfect night. In reality, the sun set in a perfect ball of glowing embers. There was no need for fire, catastrophe would occur that night in many other ways. Our paths had never crossed before. Or if they had, we never knew it. I hadn't heard your voice, and I didn't know your name. Your voice and your name would never combine to enlighten me that night, nor ever again. The most important moment of your life, and possibly the most memorable of mine tugged us rough

If I recycled the love littered at your feet                hearts would starve no more.