dear delilah

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Stream her with roses and daisies, dear mother,
let all that she speak be all that that she hears.
For no higher, no higher let her forehead doth grow;
and so dote, dote my mother, my mother so dear
and let her run free with a conscience so clear

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Tuesday, 1 May 2007

simply knowing

Its tiring, simply knowing that something is inside you, desperately trying to break out. So many things have happened this year, that it seems like a bad time for such a major event to take place, though it was written like a law the year I was born. On my sixteenth year, I would have this major examination, etc.

1.Being in love
2.Being truly happy

It just seems all to wrong. Everything I've wanted to make sense of it finally falling into place. My feet finally found the ground, and I've realised the real meaning to two things that people around the world question. All the time.

And everything seems to be snowballing from there. I'm in control, I understand things. There are secrets, meaning hidden in everything around me, that something inside of me is desperately trying to break free, to express, to know. Because I've finally realised - everything I think I see around me, is actually inside of me. Because they mean something else to others. There are so many

I'm happy. Finally. I'm in control, and I am happy.
And when the hands on that clocktower turn, I'll be ready. Despite restrictions. People will know I'm happy, without having to smile.

And I love you.

he told me that I've done alright
and kissed me till the morning light