Now I LiveNow I Live by cyanmane
Now I Live
Words and music by Cyan Mane
Now I live with ways of being
Knowing me so in and out
Now I live with eyes all seeing
Eyes that guide and show me how
All that I do and I did once before
I did disguised as a man unsure
Bright eye in the sky
From the past and future combined
Ancient world along the Nile
Calls to me through fear at first
Now I live through every mile
Walking high to quench my thirst
For knowledge I know is there inside
Knowledge of depth and spaces wide
Heal my chakara
Aware of who you are
All that I owe I release myself from
All of my woes I burn in the sun
Be my peace of mind
In darkness I can still find you
Now I live with all desires
Here and now fulfilled with joy
Guided by a warming fire
Know the thoughts I must employ
All that I do I do as myself
Life going strong and love flowing well
Aspects of within
Allow me to begin
I'm sorry I never loved youI'm sorryI'm sorry I never loved you by CrumbledWings
I'm sure you want
that to mean alot of things
but in truth it means one
I'm sorry I never loved you
not in the way
you would've wanted me to
not in the way you needed me to,
I'm sorry I loved the ideal
of you and me
the wonderful beauty that
be birthed from our attractions
more than I loved the person
within that fantasy.
I'm sorry I forced
the delusion of perfection
upon you and held
you to those
of my selfish imagination.
I'm sorry that I placed
the necessity of us
above the desires of you.
that I wasn't the guy you deserved
and that I wasted my few chances
with someone as wonderful as you.
I'm sorry I never loved you
till you were already gone.
Artist Blue - If It's AlienArtist Blue - If It's Alien by Mugeenman
The old woman pushes the book across the counter, "There you are, miss."
A young woman picks up the book, a story of adventurous pirates, one of great fame: Treasure Island. She's never read the book before, despite her near obsession with literary works. She stares at the cover for a short period, the image of the pirate captain and the young boy approaching a beach speaks volumes onto it. She opens her tiled rainbow satchel and places the novel kindly between her school science book and notebook, which are surrounded by miscellaneous items placed in careless areas. She leaves the library, a light smile upon her gentle pale face. She pushes her blonde hair from her face as she steps down a small flight of stairs. The free hair brushes annoyingly against her blue hoodie. She grabs her hair and ties it up to cause less self-disturbance. The snow is finally melting in the town of which she resides, she walks patiently to her home, about ten minutes into this walk she pulls out the book i
Magic Isn't Real I let the purple tears drip down my cheeks. It didn't matter; there was no one to see me. Even if there was, I don't imagine they could think I was more pathetic than they already did. I plucked a feather off my desk, and dipped it in the ink. Here and now, I will begin my fairy tale.Magic Isn't Real by HystericalNapoleon
Once upon a time, there was a young man. He was in a prince in the Violet Kingdom, and one day, he was approached by a strange man. This man told him that he could teach him the ways of magic, and intrigued, the prince agreed.
For many months he met this man in secret. Eventually, the man told him that he had nothing left to teach him, and that he should embark on some sort of quest to test his abilities. The prince was confused by this statement, but he agreed, and waited for his chance to prove himself.
The next day, news came that the princess of the neighboring Fuchsia kingd
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