

letting goI find no useletting go
In waiting a year,
two years, a dozen
for something unsure
you shall forget
you shall find others
i am not so cruel
to keep you forever
birds aren't to be locked up
they need to be free
they've wings to spread out
to bring happiness and glee
lion's aren't to be caged
they need to be free
they've jungles to govern
to protect and to lead


Only in my DreamsOnly in my DreamsOnly in my Dreams
Last night I dreamt about you. I don’t know what brought it on, but came it did. I’ve been trying to forget about you for months…but it seems that even when I’m sleeping you haunt me.
I was standing in the schoolyard, surrounded by faceless people. Colours seemed to be foreign in this place, but I could see a bright, blinding white that took place of the ground and the sky. If I didn’t know any better, I would have thought I was dying, seeing the bright light at the end of the tunnel, signaling I was in heaven. However, somehow, I could sense I was at school.
Then, I saw you. Yo
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"For I shall learn from the flower and leaf, that color every drop they hold. To change the lifeless wine of grief, to living gold"--unknown
~Lacey
So this is, a few months (haven't been counting) after my most Unfortunate *cough* Departure, I hereby declare this site a Ghost Town. None of this ridiculous "Deviantart loves me? F*** you" rubbish that is precisely unpleasant at which to look (for those of you who know who wrote that) coupled with a whole host of insults etc. etc. Swear-words are idiots' ways of expressing that for which they have no vocabulary entries - otherwise, for cases of extreme anger.
Anyway, this has gone on long enough. Goodbye.
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How do you find the truth
With eyes half-clouded by darkness?
How do you appreciate World's glory
When even the sun shines shades of grey?
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Long has paled that sunny sky:
Echoes fade and memories die:
Autumn frosts have slain July.
I'd as soon write free verse as play tennis with the net down. - Robert Frost
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