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BetrayalI can keep smilingwith all these knivesin my back.But can youwith a hatchet in yours?You're a backstabberYou never saw it coming...Loss of friendship,Broken bonds.Tears are shedKeep moving onMaybe one daythese knives will fall outBut for nowI'll keep smilingDo you want to know why?It drives you insaneto see me happy.Especiallywithout you.So I'll prove to youthat these knivesmean nothing
A Title About HeavenThe Other took The Speaker's hand. "Why are you holding my hand...?" the question was blown softly into the night."Because it proves that you are real," murmured The Other, "And I haven't held your hand in such a long time." "Perhaps I'm not real," smiled Speaker, "Maybe I'm just in your mind, your dreams.""You are real," came the solid reply, "Because I love you and as long as I love you, you'll always be real." "You've never held my hand before, not properly," muttered The Speaker."Because I've never come so close to losing you," said The Other, "Those days before you left I was worried that you were imaginary. That you were too good to be true. When you came back I realised that you were real. And now I'm not scared to hold your hand anymore." "What if one day I don't come back....?" asked The Speaker."Then I'll be glad that for one day, one moment, I touched your hand and kissed your lips. I'll be glad that you were real."&
The Lost Air of Temptation Meet temptation, though I'm sure you know him. He's always lurking, just in front of you and five steps behind. No matter what you do, you'll never shake him off. Memories of his lips, soft and pressing against yours, fill your mind as you see him out of the corner of your eye. When he stands on that dusty street corner, the sunlight filters through his dark hair and charges the copper lying there. His skin is pale and smooth and his eyes wicked and glinting. Glinting with the sin which lies in wait for you, as you wield to his whims. Meet innocence, perhaps you once knew him. He's not really that present anymore, he moves away from you as you get older, preferring to laugh with babies as they gurgle in their cribs. His eyes spark memories in your aged mind of a fresh dawn and looming horizon. When he smiles you know that whatever you do, you cannot go wrong. Maybe one day you'll see him, spinning in wide circles and dancing in stretching green fields. Then agai