dear delilah








Fathers, be good to your daughters; daughters will love like you do.

you are the strength and the weight of her world

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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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Wednesday, 25 April 2007
Ten People I Care about most

I. I guess we can't be the same person after all.


II. Why are you doing this to yourself? Can't you see He's waiting for you?


III. I can't do this anymore. I get so confused. Where are we?


IV. Who are you?


V. You're disappearing. At the back of the room. Waiting.


VI. If only "I'm sorry" were enough to show you my way of surviving. At least try to.


VII. I guess you didn't bother. Admit it, you didn't love you like you did yesterday. Cause neither did I.


VIII. Get away. You ruin my life. I don't need you anymore.


IX. I used to see the person I wanted to be in you. No more.


X. Its ok. Everything is going to be alright.

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