

The End?They say its really not The End But an image so dark it brings A solution to a problem? As clear as the Banshee sings?The End?
Or wails, whatever the case may be Reverberating from the crypt No tunnel of light awaits, I fear When life from body is ripped
A violent end brings forth new form? A life thats sparkling and new Reincarnation I think its called Whether real, I havent a clue
The urge is there to investigate more First hand, what an interesting thought But an eternal flame engulfing me Is not the afterlife I wo


Bargaining with TimeWatching the clock.Bargaining with Time
Tick Tock
Tick
Tock
Is it true you wait for no one?
Can you not make an exception?
Surely achieving something or getting to somebody of great importance warrants a slight bending of your age-old, all-revered, cast-in-stone, callous, ridiculous, mind-fucking rules?!!!
Ok, ok I got ahead of myself there Sorry. Youre the Boss
But Please?
You see I have this little problem can I tell you about it?
Umm OK
It


You've Got MeYouve Got MeYou've Got Me
Isnt it strange how time and again My thoughts drift to you Im away and alone with no time on the phone I dont know what to do
The pictures of you that fill my mind through Are as clear as a pool Of sparkling water and I know that I oughta Not act like a fool
But youve got me
If you want me Youve got every part of me If you really really want me
Its been too long since I looked into your bright eyes That made my heart pound In a room full of people when to me it appeared


When Angels CryChapter OneWhen Angels Cry
Where do I begin to tell the story of how great a love can be?
It all began on these same streets of Naples on a similar summer night a long time ago. A long summer was almost over & the heat had been excruciating. There had been light relief in the form of a few wayward raindrops but ultimately this had only added to the mugginess.
Her name was Inge & she was a beauty. With her blonde hair she stood out among the predominantly dark Italian ladies, & with her high cheekbones & goddess-like features, she looked like Michelle Pfeiffer on a very good
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Absence is to love what wind is to fire; it extinguishes the small, and enflames the great ~ Anonymous
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Absence is to love what wind is to fire; it extinguishes the small, and enflames the great ~ Anonymous
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Love reckons hours for months, and days for years; And every little absence is an age - John Dryden
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Love reckons hours for months, and days for years; And every little absence is an age - John Dryden
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Absence is to love what wind is to fire; it extinguishes the small, and enflames the great ~ Anonymous
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Love reckons hours for months, and days for years; And every little absence is an age - John Dryden
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Absence is to love what wind is to fire; it extinguishes the small, and enflames the great ~ Anonymous
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Love reckons hours for months, and days for years; And every little absence is an age - John Dryden
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Absence is to love what wind is to fire; it extinguishes the small, and enflames the great ~ Anonymous
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