

NightmareWhy cant I wake up from this nightmare? Why cant I feel you reaching out for me anymore? This bed is so empty and cold without you here.Nightmare
I call for you, I cry for you, I pray for you.
This is all like a bad dream. What else can it be? You reject me, You ignore me. It has to be a dream. So why cant I wake up?
At night when Im alone I sit and I cry. I lie awake thinking of you. I toss and turn, But without your arms there is no comfort.
Why cant I wake up from this nightmare? Why c


FallenFallen angel with a tear stained cheek Sits and watches the rain fall. Fallen angel with a broken heart Wanders the streets alone.Fallen
Fallen angel cries out No one hears her pleas. Fallen angel breaks down No one stops to help.
Fallen angel wore her heart on her sleeve And it had it ripped off and stolen, Then slowly torn apart. Fallen angel missing her wings, So she no long takes flight.
Fallen angel so lost and confused. Fallen angel of his. Fallen angel with a tear stained cheek. Just a fallen angel missing her wings. &nb


Alone in the RainI walk in the rainAlone in the Rain
So that no one knows I cry. So that no one knows I shake, From something other than the cold.
I sit alone in the dark So that no one sees my sorrow So that no one hears my sobs.
I smile at everyone, So that no one knows Im hurting, So that no one knows Ive been crying.
I walk in the rain Alone and cold. I sit in the dark Confused and hurt. I smile, Fake and pretty.
~ Jenna Rainer October 8th 2008
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[~I'm Gonna Marry You Plan Your Life Accordingly~]
I like your gallery, nice stuff
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and you, my unlikely galahad
tarnished as you may be
save me from my positivity
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And so once again, Oh, America my friend,
And so once again, you are fighting us all,
And when we ask you why, you raise your sticks and cry and we fall,
Oh, my friend, how did you come, to trade the fiddle for the drum.
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And so once again, Oh, America my friend,
And so once again, you are fighting us all,
And when we ask you why, you raise your sticks and cry and we fall,
Oh, my friend, how did you come, to trade the fiddle for the drum.
i look forward to seeing your work!
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