

o'ryans beltunder the glow of the moonlighto'ryans belt
a young man sits lost in fire light
thinkin of her
all alone he sits
tortured by his regrets
to the point his life turns to a blur
he trys to forget
forget how he felt
but no matter where he sits
he sees oryans belt...
now the fires gone out
but he still hears the shout
of his everlasting pain
yelling at him to forget
his pain his heart emits
the fact still remains &nb


resides in meher hearts tellin her yes..but her minds sayin no she still trys to surpress..the love she wants to show in her voice she trys to hide..but her eyes cannot lie.. what she feels on the inside...she may even deny but i still look up at the sky..at the end of everyday.. and i don t know y...but this i always start to pray..resides in me
i don t think she seems to see...i am nothing without her with me...but still we cannot let our feelings be...can t let it free.... so help me be done...help me run...help me get away from her sun... and leave me to die..u ask y??juz look into her eyes then u can se
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the lunatic, the lover, and the poet are of imagination all compact. - shakespeare
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I always try to give everyone two fourths trust and two fourths suspicion, but I always end up giving one fourth trust and three fourths suspicion.
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