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sleep my dear, sleep. but sleep truely sleep my dear, sleep under the stars and the moon above peaceful in the rose garden scattered grass among the ground sleep my dear, sleep unto the patches that lay softly may rocks not collide with your soul while the sky turns deeper and you dream the impossible during your time of love and hate staring at bright colors of butterfly's spreading their wings above your pale blue eyes sleep my dear, sleep where nothing shall haunt you and everything goes toward your benefit catch your blind spots and keep them close to you never forget what they are fix them so your reality can be saved love not if it will save you sleep my dear, sleep clear your mind, clear your soul forget the bad memories remember the good times that you have had so often share them with others whether they be real or fake but in your dreams none the less sleep my dear, sleep as you grow in fear of black knowing that it may take over your being shattered glass injected into your skin bleeding with despair gliding among the ruins of the past souring over graveyards of mesh the real world becoming fake as your spirit becomes green with envy sleep my dear, sleep try not to let these things haunt you think only of me and the love that i give that stays for you waiting at your door please dont disappear on me dont fall into the deep waters your needed here with me make my fairytale of true love be with you sleep my dear, sleep with me at your side ... sleep my dear, sleep - Lynn Day 29 July 12, 2003 Realizations, many. - Fire true the way he looks at her while knowing the inevitable future where he no longer leads her and her hope stops floating the way he thinks about her every moment that passes by without her presence in his mind ever leaving him the way he touches her when she suffers in the midst of horror and her dreams take over her actions she is immediately comforted by him they way he is there for her no matter what might have happened how he stands by her side every instant that he can the way he talks to her leaving her speechless, without words because his own words take her breath away the way he takes care of her kisses her soft lips hugs her when she cant find herself holds her in his arms where she is free the way he loves her whether or not he has a day or a minuet to spend with her it is always worth it the way he loves her is nothing but... true. - Lynn Day 28 July 11, 2003 Woke up quite early this morning. The city people were re-paving our street, and they were noisy. On top of that, the phone rang numerous times. First thing I did was play .hack//mutation. Because I had beaten it yesterday, there were some things left unfinished, rare items yet to be found, a few mini games, dungeons to visit, stuff like that. Spent the morning doing that. Once I finished that, I resumed my quest in Xenosaga. I have a tendency, with games, to get up to a certain point, like before entering the last "dungeon" (Ex. Final Fantasy VII - Crater, Ocarina of Time - Ganon's Castle) and I just stop playing. Then, weeks or months later, I pick it up again and just play it through. The .hack series is quite short, the individual volumes. They should have compressed it into two volumes instead of four. And I have had Xenosaga longer that I had the .hack series, and I haven't heard of Xenosaga Episode 2. That's pretty much my whole day, morning spent playing .hack and spent the afternoon/evening playing Xenosaga. A few days ago, I had read a few of my friends poems. And upon request, I was given permission to post them on my site. So Thank You Lynn for allowing your thoughts and words to grace my website. Random Converation#2: Fire: (Places foot on table) Homeslice: (Attempts to bend toe and push off table) Eww!!! That's gross man! Why are your feet always sweaty. Fire: (Laughing Hysterically) -Fire Oh and Water, thanks again for a lovely night ^__^. . |
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