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. Just thought I'ld let ya'll know, just search for me and I'll make you my friend, and if you don't knomy name, it's Leah Carrico
A Real Cowboy's DreamThe stallions snorted and whinnied as the men tapped with their spurs. Some slid while others would glide along in their saddles. The running, turning, kicking, roping, horses, and bulls all in one sport, and one little boy stood back and waited. Waited, for the one chance that he might get to ride one of the beautiful, and majestic brown horses. That rodeo wasn’t meant for that poor boy though, even though he, out of everyone else there, wanted and deserved it the most. At the end, while everyone was clearing out the stadium, the little boy, with his pale-blue eyes, short and curly rustA Real Cowboy's Dream
The pathetic vomitting sulkerThose years are going, dying out so calmly, without agony Yesterday, became last year, then becoming half a decade ago And where are those times? Where are those years? Those years, where nothing could be thrown away Those years, where I was just fulfilled with joy and painThe pathetic vomitting sulker
Half a decade ago, I was just a gonna be Now am just the past of myself, dying out, slowly With mostly everyone becoming someone And no past fun to be sought again...
While tears may come an fill my eyes again and again Those incredible moments would just be forgotten Erased by the weight of ti
From life to death and back...Last night I saw a boy, so cute, always smiling, always laughing…From life to death and back...
His hair always wet, playing under the rain Full of charm and self-confidence Always saying that one day he’ll be someone great And loving every little thing unconditionally
Last night, I saw a corpse, or was it…
Lying on a bed, white and cold Broken, unanimated, eyes open With alcohol and pills in the veins Perspiration on the forehead Thinking of how hell might look like With his life now to an end, or was it…
Last night I saw a guy, confident, loving and loved
Wit
Erratic ThoughtsUnconditionally venerating past heroes, lost in gloom Forgetfully dancing under the stars on a cold night With their crowns withered by time passing endlessly So who can remember, who can pull out a tear on their deedsErratic Thoughts
Bury them, in a golden grave, with red and white flowers
Your smile when I water flowers during a storm The red in your eyes after those white nights studying The tear on your cheek in the morning when you wake up All so true compared to you anyway...
Like those little scars you once called kisses With those big yellow hugs you gave me
Burni
Joy
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I fancy myself to be the David Bowie type of Heathen...
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