Take from my hands this fickle rose
It's petals begin to fade
And place it where the other grows
In a place of peaceful shade
Remember when, in time long passed
I gave to thee that graceful token
In hopes our love would last?
Nevermore to be so broken..
But love, as all things be
Ne'er is an easy road
But rough, as far as I can see
So weighted by this heavy load
I'll never forget those moments shared
Beneath the grinning sky
When each one of us, so truly cared
"Until the day we die"
Take from my hands this fickle rose
Take it from my failing grasp
For this breath, I've coldly chose
To be my dying gasp
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Of all who give and receive gifts, such as they are wisest. Everywhere they are wisest. They are the magi.
~ Gift of the Magi, by O. Henry
lmao.
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All art is exorcism. I paint dreams and visions too; the dreams and visions of my time. Painting is the effort to produce order; order in yourself. There is much chaos in me, much chaos in our time.
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Of all who give and receive gifts, such as they are wisest. Everywhere they are wisest. They are the magi.
~ Gift of the Magi, by O. Henry
lmao
I'm in a good mood
even though..
I'm sick.
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All art is exorcism. I paint dreams and visions too; the dreams and visions of my time. Painting is the effort to produce order; order in yourself. There is much chaos in me, much chaos in our time.
then i fucked up my toe.
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Of all who give and receive gifts, such as they are wisest. Everywhere they are wisest. They are the magi.
~ Gift of the Magi, by O. Henry
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All art is exorcism. I paint dreams and visions too; the dreams and visions of my time. Painting is the effort to produce order; order in yourself. There is much chaos in me, much chaos in our time.
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"Every time I turn around, I fall in love and find my heart face down, and where it lands is where it should."
-Nickelback
I like the last stanza the most..
how it's.. so .. sudden XD
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All art is exorcism. I paint dreams and visions too; the dreams and visions of my time. Painting is the effort to produce order; order in yourself. There is much chaos in me, much chaos in our time.
Haha, nice. XD
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"Every time I turn around, I fall in love and find my heart face down, and where it lands is where it should."
-Nickelback
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