pouring out of passion.

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idkk i nevrr noee wat 2 writee in thee summaryy..
TT^TT sryy lol
butt it ishh aboutt Godd
&& i noee thee picturee hazz nottingg 2 do witt it (at leastt i dontt thinkk it doess) i wuzz pickedd 1
xD
butt i mightt makee thiss in to a songg bc i writee songgs..
soo yeaa all i wouldd need 2 do ishh putt 1 moree soloo thingyy in it n__n
lol soo yeaa

Submitted: April 06, 2008

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I was pouring out of passion.

To light the step your on.

You choose not to hear or waken.

All thats left is you alone.

His voice cut through the war in my head.

Screaming something i could understand.

And somehow he knew me when he said:

"Is there anyone who's desperate,

for anything more than this?"

I know what perfection is like.

And i can not stand before its might.

And im so far from what you think that i must be.

I just throw myself at mercy.

I was pouring out of passion.

To light the step your on.

You choose not to hear or waken.

All thats left is you alone.


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