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oem: Life
uthor: Callista Demetrius
Life hands you choices,
Says take your pick then
you're on your own.
Life grants you content,
and watches proudly
as you rise from the ash.
Life gives you hardships,
then laughs in your face
as you struggle more.
Life can be gentle,
With its gifts and rewards
it's delighted to share.
Then life takes it back,
kicking you down to
where you had begun.
Life makes promises
of love and peace-
that you'll find them.
Then life breaks those bonds,
yields heartache and pain,
and you break down adn cry.
Life makes life harder,
bestows you with sickness,
slowing you down.
Life makes you healthy,
puts you back on the path
and you head out again.
Life's full of choices,
and full of mistakes
that you can't help but make.
But life's what you learn from,
and no matter what,
life's only what you make of it.
oem: After My Own Heart
uther: Callista Demetrius
The lights dim,
and the glow from your face lights the world in my heart.
Oh, where to begin?
No words could explain how you rip my emotions apart.
You're a man after my own heart.
I can almost feel
your touch on my skin and your breath on my teeth.
And it all seems so real,
but that voice in my head keeps telling me I'm crazy,
because you're a man after my own heart.
No on can change these feelings in my heart.
I've so much to say but not an idea where to start.
Just tell me to close my eyes and you'll take it from that part.
Just don't break my heart.
I sit on my seat's edge,
your gentle touch calms my anxiety.
You quote your undying pledge,
oh just look wat you're doig to me!
And I sit
as you place your fingers over your mouth and blow me a kiss.
And I stare
as you melt my sould as you gaze into my eyes with a romantic glare.
Well, no one can change the feelings in my heart.
I've so much to say, and not a place to start.
Just tell me to shut up, and kiss me with all the passion in the stars.
But don't break my heart.
Now every story has an end,
which is the part I hate worst of all.
Because it means the story's over,
and all that remains are memories to recall.
So hold me again,
hold my heart in your hands.
And as you vanish from sight,
I hope you understand
that no one can change how I feel in my heart.
I've so much to say, but you've gone before I can even start.
And a tear rolls down my cheek- love is too cruel an art...
Love, you've broken my heart,
for you're a man after my own heart.
You're an actor after my own heart,
and the stage is yours.
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