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Alone
by Shattered Dreams
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I didn't want to admit it,
it was easier to lie,
and hide the hurt and emptiness,
to smile instead of cry.
I didn't want to face the fact,
my life is full of pain,
and I long to stop my bleeding heart,
and maybe smile again.
Cause I feel oh so forgotten,
so betrayed and so alone,
without a trace of forgiveness,
and no soul to admit the fact,
I cannot spread my wings,
and my happiness has melted,
into tears and other things.
It's hard for me to hide the fact,
my wishes have no home,
and turn to anguish,
bow my head and cry alone.
Who Will Cry
from the movie, Antwone Fisher
Who will cry for the little boy,
lost and all alone?
Who will cry for the little boy,
abandoned without his own?
Who will cry for the little boy,
he cried himself to sleep?
Who will cry for the little boy,
who never had for keeps?
Who will cry for the little boy,
who walked the burning sand?
Who will cry for the little boy,
the boy inside the man?
Who will cry for the little boy,
who knew well, hurt and pain?
Who will cry for the little boy,
who died and died again?
Who will cry for the little boy,
a good boy he tried to be?
Who will cry for the little boy,
who cries inside of me?
My Best Feature
By Tami
I asked my friend this afternoon,
as I gazed into my reflection,
what she thought of what I saw.
She said, " Images are usually misconceptions. "
I started to put down my appearances,
wishing I was thinner or taller.
She looked at me with understanding eyes,
saying, " Superficial wishes only make you smaller. "
I knew she was right, but who was she to talk,
for she was every guy's dream.
I tried to point this out to her,
She replied, " Apperances aren't always what they seem. "
"Tell me five features you admire in yourself," she said.
And I knew my troubles had just begun,
for I could see the hurt in her expression,
when I couldn't even think of one.
I could not think of a single feature I liked,
and I could feel my stomach slowly start to sink.
So I turned to my friend and simply said,
" Well, What do you think? "
" I think you're looking at it all wrong, " she said.
" And I wish I could make it clearer,
It's what's inside you that makes you beautiful
and not what's in the mirror. "
She said, " You're the most loving person I know
and I hate to watch you fall apart.
If you want to know what makes you beautiful to me,
your best feature is your here.
The Letter I'll Never Send
by Ron Sharp
The letter I'll never send,
would calmly ask why
you broke my heart in two
and told my love good-bye.
If I ever sent this letter
it would sweetly state,
you tangled up your destiny
and interrupted fate.
The letter I will not write,
would casually inquire,
"How can you live without me?
I was your own desire."
If you receive this letter,
it would politely say,
"You knew me in your life now,
you can't go on this way."
The letter I'll never send,
would then be briskly signed,
"Your one and only love,"
you know, the one you left behind.
Paint Your Love
by Misty Hyde
I'll paint my mood in shades of blue,
paint my soul to be with you.
I'll sketch your lips in shaded tones,
draw your arms around my waist,
and then all doubt I shall erase.
I'll paint the rain that softly lands,
on the crescents of your hands.
I'll trace a hand to wipe your tears,
a calming look to quell your fears.
A silhouette of dark and light,
while we hold eachother tight.
I'll paint a sun to warm your heart,
swearing that we'll never part.
I'll paint the stars in the evening sky,
draw thier light into your eyes.
I'll draw a striking touch of grace,
that shows the gentleness of your face.
I'll trace your hand to hold mine,
a toching kiss to mark the time.
I'll draw the years all passing by,
so much to learn, so much to try.
I'll paint the truth, show how I feel,
Try to make you completely real.
I'll use a brush so light and fine,
to draw you close and make you mine.
And with this ring our lives will start,
in swearing that we'll never part.
I offer love you cannot buy,
devoted love until we die.
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Someone Special
There's someone special in my life,
who doesn't know I care.
I wish I could let her know it,
but let it show, I wouldn't dare.
I don't want to even risk it,
I don't want to even try.
For if she knew I felt this way,
I'd feel insecure and shy.
I'd never thought I'd feel this way,
I never thought I'd care.
There's something in that smile of hers,
that makes me stop and stare.
How can I tell if she likes me?
Will she ever look my way?
I'll keep my feelings hidden for now,
and save them for another day.
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