Tears flood in youyour eyes burningyour heart scars with my name scratched deep My face is gonemy heart betrayed by your lullabies I’m a shadow of a girl inside Hands are touching younothing takes the place of you Heart wrench, weeps goodbye Lullabies, beautiful and trusting Barely breathing as they break into dust Lonely corners me Sweeps me off my feet Shows me it was better for me Fingertips holding closeyour grip not as soft Follows me to an empty bed I can’t stop the weakening of my soulmy body is dyingyour tune is holding my mind Let me gosee what I do No control No you You whisper your sweet goodbye If it is small it won’t interrupt my sleep But my heart you keep You say it’s for me But who would be happy? Alone left out in the cold . Mercy Cortez
When I despair, I remember that all through history the way of truth and love have always won. There have been tyrants and murderers, and for a time, they can seem invincible, but in the end, they always fall. Think of it--always.
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Mahatma Gandhi
They say when you are missing someone that they are probably feeling the same, but I don't think it's possible for you to miss me as much as I'm missing you right now
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Unknown
Any fool can be happy. It takes a man with real heart to make beauty out of the stuff that makes us weep.
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Clive Barker
Tonight I can write the saddest lines I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.
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Pablo Neruda
Tears shed for another person are not a sign of weakness. They are a sign of a pure heart.
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Unknown
More Quotes By Mercy Cortez
People make promises that they have every intention of keeping at the time but when it comes to cashing in, suddenly the promise loses all value.
It's amazing to me; when your mind is fixed on one thing, you forget everything. You forget to eat and drink and care. The only thing I could never forget was him.
I would do almost anything for him to kiss me; his possessive lips and eager tongue invading my mouth, even the thought sent tingles up my numb spine and lifeless body
Tears flood in youyour eyes burningyour heart scars with my name scratched deep My face is gonemy heart betrayed by your lullabies I’m a shadow of a girl inside Hands are touching younothing takes the place of you Heart wrench, weeps goodbye Lullabies, beautiful and...
He was the devil in a Sunday hat; he dressed and acted like a civil man, but inside he was just hatred and filth. Then, I guess after what I was planning to do to save a life, I wasn't too dissimilar to him.
