There is a pain in your eyes
I see it when you smile.
And when you laugh and cry
I see it when you talk about tomorrow.
Because truly you know the
days are numbered.
There is a pain in your eyes
I see it when you smile.
And when you laugh and cry
I see it when you talk about tomorrow.
Because truly you know the
days are numbered.
If you knew what I knew
Just like how I have no emotion
Well… I told my dad I love you
Guess you could say that was the beginning of erosion.
Yesterday (Holy Thursday) we made Tsourekia for Greek Easter. My first time making it!!
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εχθές κάναμε τσουρέκι για Πάσχα…. την πρώτη φορά που το έκανα!!
Tell me why I let him
And I’ll tell you why I love
You take a sip from the devil’s cup,
but it wasn’t a gulp.
Playing soccer, one could once say, was my passion. At one point in high school I was on three different teams. After the passion it felt like a long-term relationship. Playing soccer was a comfort, safety, stability and proved to be there for the long haul. I mean, I spent fifteen years of my short life playing. Long story short, I’ve gone (over)a year without it.
Sure, I can yoga my little heart out- but does that really compare to the rush of defending your net from a tie? The thrill of scoring a winning goal or playing right along side your best friends? And no, playing a pick up game every once in a while doesn’t count- or maybe it does count, but it isn’t enough for me.
As much as I can say I hated suicides, conditioning, a losing streak, I think what’s worse is how much I miss it. The perks of playing far better than not. But work gets in the way, school gets in the way and next thing you know, you haven’t played in I-dunno-how-long!
Call me what you want
But my anger will remain
The rasp in my voice and voluptuous lips I’ll flaunt
When I speak I won’t refrain
He feeds on me through the night
I can’t help but let it
As if he’s a sort of parasite
This is information I omit
He’ll yell, scream, curse with strife
Not at me, just at friends
It’s hard to believe I long to be his wife.
They think I’ll wed and meet my life ends,
What they think doesn’t matter to me.
It’s all about him and I, can’t you see?
Having something to go home to
Is all I ever wanted
My anger doesn’t know what to do
I can’t help but feel haunted
He said I didn’t understand his brain
I said I didn’t understand his anger
He doesn’t understand mine, yet I refrain.
With Easter coming up, I figure to share a Bible quote that really resonates with me:
The light shines in the darkness, and the darkness has never put it out
You left
Not me, but Earth
Did He see you up there?
Did He greet you up there?
He said he wouldn’t leave
So how did I end up alone?
By leave, I thought he meant me.
Not this Earth.