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The sound of a freight train on the railroad tracks Takes me back Takes me back to a place where happiness was ice cream Church was every Sun..

Ne oshibayetsa tot, kto nichego ne delatey Excuse my foreign tongue But I'm homesick My babushka warned me of this I try to fit in, but th..

Dear God, why me? Is this life of mine really real? Or is it all just a really bad dream? This is a pain and loneliness nobody should have to f..

Thoughts race through my head My tongue is tied And my heart cannot communicate with my mind My soul just whispers Voice breaks Feeling..

The demons withinSuppress who I really amVirtuous, docile

Souls open at night When devils and angels fly Exposed to coaxing

She sang a soft song To me it was like she was Singing to my soul

A poem is the song of someone's soul. The flow is their mood, Punctuation is their infliction, And the words are their intelligence at work. ..

Close your eyes. Inhale deeply through your mouth. Pause. Feel the air circulating in your lungs. Exhale. How did it feel? Did you f..

Whiskey flows like water Words, smells, songs are reminders Rip scabs off healed hearts