The kiwi, a small bird that can not fly
Strive for your dreams to reach the sky.
Your whole life, you must have spent,
Only to make your dream come true and be like the rest.
You tried forever, yet you never flew,
And on the day you did, it cost everything dear to you.
Nailing trees to a cliff, you took a jump
And though you dream came true, it's end was abrupt.
In quick gasps, or one would think.
When I look at you, it makes the link.
That though you were right here right now,
Who's to say that's exactly how?
How it'll end, how it began.
If It'll ever end, if it ever began.
Who's to say that you never even ran?
And so, I sit and think
Why I tried to reach my brink.
Now it's dark, and I can't see.
I should have just let you be.
The darkness chokes, now I can't breath.
So take my heart, whatever--Just leave.
The kiwi, a small bird that can not fly
Strive for your dreams to reach the sky.
Your whole life, you must have spent,
Only to make your dream come true and be like the rest.
You tried forever, yet you never flew,
And on the day you did, it cost everything dear to you.
Nailing trees to a cliff, you took a jump
And though you dream came true, it's end was abrupt.
In quick gasps, or one would think.
When I look at you, it makes the link.
That though you were right here right now,
Who's to say that's exactly how?
How it'll end, how it began.
If It'll ever end, if it ever began.
Who's to say that you never even ran?
And so, I sit and think
Why I tried to reach my brink.
Now it's dark, and I can't see.
I should have just let you be.
The darkness chokes, now I can't breath.
So take my heart, whatever--Just leave.
A reflection in the glass,
It shines brighter than the sun.
But what you cant see,
Cant be undone.
The mirrors shards are thin,
Almost like grass.
Maybe they are,
Whos gonna ask?
They show true colors,
Or maybe what we think.
Black, blue, or red,
White, green or pink.
The mirror cant lie,
It cant be blocked out.
But not always can you be seen,
For that, theres no doubt.
Current Residence: USA. deviantWEAR sizing preference: X-Large (I like baggy) Favourite genre of music: Rock Operating System: Windows XP 2009? MP3 player of choice: Ipod Touch Favourite cartoon character: Fella Personal Quote: If we fight to die, do we die to fight?
Favourite Visual Artist
Leonardo Da Vinci
Favourite Movies
Fight Club
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
Breaking Benjamin, Linkin Park, 3 Days Grace, Powerman 5000, Evanescence
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10 things about me:
1) I have severe Obsessive Compulsive Disorder, or O.C.D.
2) I like to repeat things.
3) I used to crush on my best friend's sister. (Used to)
4) I can't stand the smell of smoke from a cigarette.
5) I like to repeat things.
6) I hate rap, yet I listen to Jay Z and Busta Rhymes. (Only when they're with Linkin Park)
7) I hate Final Fant
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