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skyline
I tried to trace the lines in the sky The lines on your face That look in your eye. You said that both of us could fly If I just let go - didn't ask why.
cells
The atoms make up the cells that make up our blood that makes up our hearts that forms our pulses that beat together as one. One tiny speck of a world, in one huge speck of a universe. And yet all we all are is cells.
belief
Belief. Whether you believe in god, or in love, or put faith in the person reading this over your shoulder, living life believing in something is a life worth living. That's truly what makes life significant.
smile
You make me smile like the sun...Today was a fantastic day. I was smiling as you kissed me, I was smiling as you held my hand, I was smiling as I said goodbye. Then I smilied just thinking about it all, and as I'm writing this right now. Not too shabby :)
train
She took a midnight train going anywhere. He stood behind her, slowly caressing her golden locks. Their hands intertwined in the dim light, their pulses moving with the train. It slowed. She jumped, but he fell.
station
On a midnight train going anywhere. Take me there. Take me away. Let him come, but only if he truly wants to. Does he love me? Does he care? Would he go on a train with me, not knowing where we'd end up?
station
A girl walks alone in a station. She is young. She is lost. Her blonde hair falls gently in curls, and a tear begins to slide down her cheek. A hand wipes it and lifts her chin, a familiar hand.