

Untitled for now.Alone yet again, But never far apart, I can find him there, Simply hidden in my heart.Untitled for now.
I hear the gossip, I see the stares, I feel the envy, But I cannot find a reason to care.
I have found him, Or so I believe, Deep inside of my soul.
But I fear so many things, Will I lose him? Will he stray? Will he want to spend yet another day?
All of these questions, And so many more, Find their way to my door.
Wandering, but not lost, I have a purpose, I have a fate, To find my way to him,  


RaindropsPitter patter pitter patter, The raindrops falling delicately with a splash, Pitter patter pitter patter, Bringing with them all my loneliness.Raindrops
It's such a lovely sound, The raindrops falling to the ground, Yet not alone at all they seem, Pitter patter pitter patter, For the raindrops have found a friend in me, Pitter patter pitter patter.
Sorrow, it seems lasts but only a moment, But joy lingers in your soul, Singing the sweet song of bells, Pitter patter pitter patter, As we begin to compose. Pitter patter pitter patter.
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Only a million miles to go..A million miles more to go, Until you arrive at this place called "Home", Through the falling brush, The deadliest storms, The loneliest nights, To learn what?Only a million miles to go..
It's all in vain.
She's hurrying on home, Wants to look nice for her lover, But what would he care? She wants to be with him forever, But maybe forever is far too short.
It's all lost..
He's tapping his foot on the carpet, Smoke clouding his vision, Drinking his pain away, But why? Why is he smoking his life away? His blood hardly diluting the copious


What is Love?Why do we all follow those fairytale romances? Yeah, you know the type, Where they all end happily.What is Love?
But what's life like here? On these cold weathered streets, Does love exist? Will lady luck ever be on our side? Will she give us the hope, and love, That we all long so for?
Is this just a simple imaginary song, Or is this something deeper, something more. More than you and I, More than what the dreary drunks in pubs know, More than the lusty drunks in clubs know.
Is love innocent? What else can it be? Love, all consuming, waits deepl
Emo?Haha.No. Totally not.
Lurking about, pictures and stuff. It's depressing, I know.
Perhaps I should have put the comment in here and not in a fifteen year old blog.Oh well. SUP.
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Janice Heberling
- "arts my life , passion and strength"
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