| I wrote this one... I don't remember when... Anyway, it's a part of me in a nutshell... |
| I wrote this one... I don't remember when... Anyway, it's a part of me in a nutshell... |


Seriphia's PlaceI don't remember much. There was no feeling surrounding me, at least not enough to make a worthy memory; all of the feeling is bottled up in me anything that had to be "borrowed" anything that had to be "given away" anything that had to be stolen it was all inanity yet each part left me with guilt with painSeriphia's Place
I do remember the kiss of snow, the cold, the laces that fell from the grey heavens, and winters spent looking out and seeing nothing but white in the hazy fog; standing there as if in a bizarre trans and letting my mind reel it was
Look.

My promises...Give me one good reason Give me many Tell me about you Because I want to knowMy promises...
I don't understand what I am to you And so maybe I can give you a test
Of dissapearing ...
I have it right in front of me! Yet each time I'm taken back, again, and again, and again
By You... Why You? It doesn't make any sence... Why am I always brought back to you?
What do you want from me? What can I ever give you?
I've promised and promised again and again... I Will Not Let You Down. But it seems each day
| This would be my gallery. I do mostly photography (of all generes) and writing; so if you're looking for drawings I wouldn't venture in there. My gallery's pretty self-explanitory, thusly giving it all a "sameness" about it. Each peice is different but in all actuality it's my preference on "life". Thank-you. |
| I have a bad habit of faving a lot or nothing. So don't freak. |
Bella and Seriphia. |
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Free your beautiful mind
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Our minds are as blank as pages in a notebook.
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Fools wanna make stars instead of music that's smart or special
Because art at a level that's real can be harder to peddle
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Our minds are as blank as pages in a notebook.
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