

Body LanguageI wont believe you I wont believe the words I watch your hands Betray your lips.Body Language
You clutter the air with
Empty space, Fill it up between us.
Why talk about anything? When you dont ever mean something?
Too many contradictions Ive lost you in translation. Im stranded, standing still Trying to figure out
If you wont or if you will.
I wont believe you I wont believe the words I watch your feet Betray your hands.
Your eyes are walking away, When y


My Light Went OutMy Light Went OutMy Light Went Out
My light went out; Burst into darkness Like a dying star.
But I bet nobody noticed, I bet nobody saw it happen, I bet nobody heard my broken heart.
My light went out; Without any warning Burned out of my eyes.
But I bet nobody noticed, I bet nobody saw it happen, I bet nobody heard my sobbing cries.
I tried to warn you
I was fragile. I tried to tell you
Be gentle. I tried to make you see I was only wearing skin, But you beat on me like
I was made of iron.
My light w


The one who knows my heartYoure the one who knows my heartThe one who knows my heart
They come at me with sharp tongues Theyve beat me down with honest stones. Their words are such heavy ones They tear me up, strip me down to skin and bones.
And I am never more joyful to remember Youre the one who knows my heart.
They know just the right things to say Theyve ruined me with a single rumor. They know those words will never go away Theyll rot and grow into a deadly tumor.
And I am never more joyful to remember Youre the one who knows my heart.
They


Smiling Soldier - RevisedSmiling soldierSmiling Soldier - Revised
Broken pieces
I collect myself again before I forget what order I go in.
The image I portray is a puzzle undefined. I struggle to find a way to gain some peace of mind.
The smiling soldier marches towards the war, and mindlessly I forget
to guard my own heart.
[I may dull
my brilliance may fade away but I'm still beautiful
in my own way.]
Everybody
judging everybody else, it makes it easy to live with yourself.
The image you portray all the pieces pre-approved,
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*Victoria*
Artists are the closest occupation to God, because no one else creates.
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The best thing about being an artist is that you don't have to grow up to be one
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Realize, sometimes I fall in love from a poem,
each language is its own passion
each syntax, a new religion,
and new words, a romance
I get lost in.
how have you been?
i love the newest poem
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"You're my pop rocks,
you're my cotton candy.
When the beach is hot and sandy,
you're my water"
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*Victoria*
Artists are the closest occupation to God, because no one else creates.
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Peace in the world or the whole world in pieces.
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