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Saturday, July 14, 2007

I will bring you home in the rain
I can fly with you to the moon
I will catch you a star
I can plant you roses
We will walk in the rain
We can sashay on the moon
We will be the brightest stars
We can have a bed of roses
We will do anything you wish to do,
If I can repaint the blacks and the whites.








This is the last time I'm going to write
Write about how you gifted me those pain
and how I pushed you to mentally insane
I'm happy the way I am
and everything's going to turn better
witnessing the world having you failed
I can stay in my dreams
in which you pathetically screamed
Go on my child, make her scream in this torturous realm
Make her feel the pain definitely more than flames
poke needles at her heart and frame her body as an art
Let her fcuking feel how I felt
Burn her so alive,
And after all, such a pleasant morning.







O my beloved Friday , you are here again. Every wink of eye, going through of tiredness, I thought of you. And how I can never least wish your presence here all time. I will sit here and patiently await your next arrival. Now, I'm going to start my Saturday with a total indulged slumber.



Since you left me dead laid here ;
[12:55 AM]