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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Thursday, 24 May 2007

We can build through this destruction
as we are standing on our feet.

I wish I could just hold you
as you cry, and breath those days away,
together.

Oh, you of little faith.
Please. It hurts -

when "I love you" doesn't mean anything to you
anymore.




You said, "You don't know me, you don't wear my chains.

I think I'd go to Boston, I think I'll start a new life.

I think I'd start it over, where nobody knows my name."

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