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Red Ribbons by The Maiden of the Black Rose

Red Ribbons

By: The Maiden of the Black Rose

Red Ribbons for love,

Yellow flower for dreams.

Blues Blankets for sorrow,

Black Dress for grief.

To think I once had such colors…

Until he passed away.

Perhaps someday,

I will find new colors to treasure.

Colors that do not deceive.

Until then, however,

I’m afraid I must hang.

For I killed my lover and now must pay.

Dew Drop by The Maiden of the Black Rose

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Do you

Ever

Wish to see my

Dewdrop fall for me?

Red as the petals

Oh can’t you see?

Petals are falling but my dewdrop

Stays with me.

Do you see it now?  

By Brookie

I'm so lost also confused

I'm losing my mind

Don't know what else to do  

I've been over mountains 

Sailed across the sea's

Swam through the ocean

Just to find me

I don't know who I am 

My heart is getting cold

It just doesn't feel right 

Doesn't feel home

Is this where my chapter ends

Do I close my book? 

Do I take a sneak peak?

Or take another looks?

Do you see it now?

The future is bright

Do you see it now?

Life's a journey 

Better hold on tight

Do you see it now? 

As I walk on stage

And all the boys and girls

 are screaming my name

Do you see it now?

As they wish they were me

Selling out labels

And being on the big screen?

 

Water by May

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Water

By  May

I swim in the water. My mind is empty and my head is clear.

I live a troubled life; my dad died when I was seven,

and since then everything began to go down hill.

After that, my mom became an alcoholic.

Now I swim to relieve my pain.  

I got out; I had an urge to have a late night swim.

My mom said it wasn't good for me.

I disagreed; it was my "me time."

My hair was soaked; I was soaked from head to toe.

Every time I swam, I became one with the water.

I loved it, it was the place I went to when I had my sorrows.

I would relax; the water was my friend, Sort of.

My real best friend was Remy. 

She was always there for me; she felt the same way.

She also had a troubled life; that's why were so close. 

Finally I decided to go to sleep.
Then it happened. I had the same dream but different...

It started like always, my eyes would open, and I would be swimming. 

 But I was deeper under the surface.

 I panicked, I woke up.

 I was sweating, then I calmed down.

 I was finally at peace.

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Music by Alice Marie Appleburry

Music
by Alice Marie Appleburry 

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Music is my love, my life, my passion.
It calms me when my nerves are fried.
It explains me when I have no words to say. 
It explains my pain, my love, my sorrow, and so much more.
People don’t understand music. 
People don’t understand me.
People think music is just something fun to do.
It’s not. It’s an expression, it’s inspiration, it’s so much more. 

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