So tender and so gentle, as only she could be For all that she believed in, as far as we could see Was living life and having fun and don’t forget her love For “angel” does describe her best along with her white dove.
She said to laugh and cry with joy, and don’t forget to sing All the songs she’d taught us, like the wind beneath my wings. That was her favorite song you know, so sing it out my dear But don’t regret that she is gone, she hears you loud and clear!
Today we learned what hero means, she’d be so very proud To see her name so brightly lit from atop her great white cloud. She watches closely over us and guides us through each day So please remember Gloria, each and every time you pray!
Not one of us would disagree, she left us way to soon The only time we see her now is through the big bright moon. Her legacy lives on today and those who knew her boast That life and love and laughter too, are what she loved the most.
Without asking permission, he pushed her hood back to hershoulders. As if pulled by an unknown force, his hand slid into her golden waves. He seemed asbewitched as she.
“I have never seen a woman with hair like yours. It does not even tangle.” His fingers spread gently behind her ear, his thumb stroking the shadowed contours of her cheek. “Your skin is as smooth as satin. Are all upyr like you?” His touch sent a heated shiver to her sex. She had to clear her throat before she could speak.
“In some ways. When we are changed, we become what we would have been had we achieved our full potential. Our perfect age. Our perfect height and weight. As a mortal, I was plain and dull.”
Hanging over a few lines and still I’m bored Swallow pills and chase them down and drink till I’m sore I read a book to stay awake But all the pages make me wait for something great
My real friends say I’m waiting for what started long ago And life is what you make of it So come on now, let’s go But still I’m bored lately, do you feel the same? Being alive drives me crazy and this worlds insane
I go to a party with an army of mindless fucks No one’s doing any no one’s interesting, so what? I go back home and write a poem but all the words seem dumb And I feel numb
Come on be straight Do you really expect me to believe what I can’t see? Come on be straight Do you really think this was, really think this was mean to be? Come on be straight
