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I tried to write about love but I haven’t felt it.
I tried to write about the sea but I’ve never seen it.
Then I tried to write about the air, but I have never breathed it.
I tried to write about magic but I never believed it.
I couldn’t write about god, all I have ever done is sinned.
And when I tried to write about life I found,
I have never really lived.
I did not find myself to be so important
So I ask my friends do I seem distant?
When I ask the question I had received an answer, Yes
So I think that made it clear that I had been not the best
I am a friend of a friend that talks so many things
That friend talks to much it is insane and insanity it brings
I do care, about my friends they are all good people
They tend to stand on their high steeple
Today I find myself not so aware
Disbanding my fear of regret and care
Walking many different paths I see that I have found holes
It is the path that people choose to use to fuel their rage with coals
Coals are partially burnt wood or fossils a piece of fuel
It is the source of burden and fire a rage of emotions that stands cruel
It can be warm and caring, but it also can be baring
I just start to feel so low, below the ground I keep on staring
I reach for my friends so many times I feel so ignorant at times
Just once I feel I should not rely on them when feeling I can not find
I dig my hole deeper and I can not climb out
For some reason I am just full of doubt
I care about so many things and what I have is confusion
One person should be all I should think about to get out of that illusion
My battle in my heart and mind is not at all so pleasant
I feel so alone in an island that is shaped like a crescent
My emotions is like coinciding with a diameter of the semicircle
Not a full emotion that is complete like a circle
My feelings is circular full of incomplete thoughts, so much deeper
I feel it will wake up my evil half a evil soul that is a sleeper
What question should I ask myself? to believe that I am not so alone
As I feel like a person who is deteriorating to the bone
I ask my friends the same question once again
I figure I should do it, to know what kind of feelings I should end
So many thoughts that come out of my feeling
I feel like my friends take, an emotional trauma of stealing
They ask me questions and I answer theirs
But when I need mine answered I feel burning inside like a flare
Are they even friends when they do not take me serious in anyway
Just put me in my hole cause I feel nothing in their will be getting in my way
It's just so simple to answer someones problem
I answer friends with beauty of a rose, but when they answer mine I get the stem
I know the stem is very important in life, with out it how can a rose be a rose
With a hole to put the root and stem in how can it grow
The words we speak I guess is like all natural things we reap and sow
What beauty in this angel's eyes?
A single glance is all it takes
To capture the heart and soul of a thousand men,
And mine have been ensnared a thousand times or more.
One look, I fell,
And still I fall.
Endless and infinite depth,
These are no mortal eyes.
So dark, so deep,
Yet illuminated from no earthly place.
There are no words that can be used
By this poor mortal fool,
To express the beauty and the sense
That is conveyed by just one glance
In to an angel's soul.
She claims there is evil within these darkest orbs,
But I say, no, my love,
In truth I'm sure there is no room for evil to reside.
For each night, I saw God in your eyes.
in this story,
we begin with lies,
we never kept,
I should have held on tighter,
when you wept,
on both our parts,
to shred our hearts,
behind the flowers,
in what we thought,
were our finest hours,
in our lie of love,
a hidden foe,
the evil witch,
her claws aimed to kill,
t'was she who pushed you,
down the hill,
a broken crown,
a forgotten well,
to live without you,
was her spell,
an evil curse,
she cast in spite,
although we loved,
with all our might,
by what was said,
our hearts bled,
watch from afar,
speak in vein,
a curse taken course,
and so it began,
with love and lies,
our fairytale ends,
and we both die...
Outlaw Robin Hood, and his band of men
Hidden in Sherwood Forest, they had a large den
His deeds were known all over the county
On his head there was a large bounty
They were feared by the bad, and evil
Loved by the good, honest, and feeble
The Sheriff of Nottingham, was an evil man
He taxed the people for all he can
He knew Robin, robbed the rich for all he could
And gave back to the poor as they knew he would
In local inns, posters could be found
'Dead or Alive', and you will be crowned
The Sheriff had an ally, King John, self made
Who's brother King Richard, was on a crusade
Had bold and brave men fighting on behalf of his aid
The Sheriff's men they always tried to evade
Robin Hood's men, were strong and brave
Making friends of the people who's families they saved
On return to his home land, from his grueling crusade
Discovered the true intentions, in the way Robin, behaved
So off to Nottingham, to pardon Robin, and his men
King Richard, back on the throne content and pleased
Maid Marian, to Robin, her hand was bequeathed
Now 'Sir Robin', of Loxely', was given his land, title and deeds