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The night is filled with whispers of unfulfilled dreams.
The remaining magic is in the air
The wind sways the chiming bells
The lights sparkle and the singing ebbs
As I become just another child
That on this white silent night
Won’t receive a miracle, won’t wish upon a star.
The remaining magic is in the air
The wind sways the chiming bells
The lights sparkle and the singing ebbs
As I become just another child
That on this white silent night
Won’t receive a miracle, won’t wish upon a star.
Literature
words from a TRUE friend...
Like you.
Like me.
I know we're not the same.
Like you.
Like me.
I know we're very unique.
Like you.
Like me.
People will try to tear us apart,
But we will always still love each other at heart.
Like you.
Like me.
I am always yours to keep.
I will always keep holding onto you no matter what people say.
Like you.
Like me.
We are both so open.
We can never be broken.
Hand in hand, our love seems to light the night.
Don't you ever cry.
I'm hear for you.
Like you.
Like me.
I will always need you.
Don't ever think differently.
I know,
That you always try your best to be with me.
I know,
That you care and love me.
Don'
Literature
Best Ever Friend
We used to be strangers,
Then we became friends.
Now we are Besties,
Now we know, our friendship would never end.
We took the time to know each other,
More than we ever thought we could.
We learned to understand our thoughts,
Learned to hold on for all the bad and good.
We did get mad at times.
And at times, we did fight.
But those moments ended soon enough,
Making the good memories shine bright.
Even when we said something else,
We learned to know what we mean.
The knowledge that we have each other,
Gave us the strength to fight the unseen.
We learned to share our secrets,
Together, learned to laugh n cry.
Talking our heart
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He Loves Me Not
A rose sat on the table,
He promised it would never die,
And when it was worn and withered,
I did not cry.
It's not what I expected,
I knew the rose would not grow,
Into a lumbering, majestic tree,
That in the wind would flow.
The petals fell, one by one,
Browned under the burning sun,
Scattered across the table and chairs,
Worn and withered without a care.
And when the rose finally snapped,
I let out a deep sigh,
The weight of the world,
Broke its' neck,
But I did not cry.
I already knew what to think,
When I saw your face,
But I learned how not to speak,
When it wasn't my time or place.
I played your little game,
And w
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