I'm my own personNo one
can or will change meI can do what i want to and not listen to
anybodyBut i choose not to go that pathThe only rule i have for that is to not take for granted of what i
giveI
will do no wrong if you do me no wrongRemember I'm still my own person
Saturday, August 14, 2010
Tuesday, August 3, 2010
A twin is like a mirror on
A childhood bedroom wall.
Even in one's memories,
No thought eludes reflection.
The partner of one's springtime is
The phantom of one's fall:
Even living far away,
Still part of each perception.
O bond unbreakable! The sharing
Of one crowded womb,
One birth, one infancy, one time
Two equally must own.
How beautiful! A lifelong pairing,
Though there now be room
Enough to roam the whole wide world
Yet never be alone.
A childhood bedroom wall.
Even in one's memories,
No thought eludes reflection.
The partner of one's springtime is
The phantom of one's fall:
Even living far away,
Still part of each perception.
O bond unbreakable! The sharing
Of one crowded womb,
One birth, one infancy, one time
Two equally must own.
How beautiful! A lifelong pairing,
Though there now be room
Enough to roam the whole wide world
Yet never be alone.
A little girl needs Daddy
For many, many things:
Like holding her high off the ground
Where the sunlight sings!
When all else falls apart.
For many, many things:
Like holding her high off the ground
Where the sunlight sings!
Like being the deep music
That tells her all is right
When she awakens frantic with
The terrors of the night.
Like being the great mountain
That rises in her heart
And shows her how she might get homeWhen all else falls apart.
Like giving her the love
That is her sea and air,
So diving deep or soaring high
She'll always find him there
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