Having pride in nothing, like nothing real at all, is having dreams of nothing, no good or bad to call. Thinking that you have pride is bad or incomplete Is living life with nothing, No good and bad compete So keep your pride together In check where you can see That a little pride is okay It showcases who you’d like to be.
Nox picked the word for the Daily Spur writing challenge. You can check it out here
A typist or a taylor A waitress or a host A maitre d at a fancy place Is the job that I’d like most. Right now I’m just a clerk In a bank right up the street Standing for eight hours On my sore and aching feet I didn’t pick a job like this I didn’t want to work My girlfriend said I had to She said I was a jerk And so I stand here working With money stacks galore Waiting for my shift to end And then I’m out the door.
The apple of my eye, The pie in the sky, My sun when it rains, My sweet sugar cane. I never knew we’d meet, You’re so awesome, so sweet, You caught me by surprise With that twinkle in your eyes. Now our love has grown, I no longer feel alone, you fill my heart with glee I love that you love me.
Somedays it’s there somedays it ain’t Somedays it’s dark black it looks like dark paint. No one escapes it Everyone can try A shadow is scary It makes scared people cry. we don’t know who’s hiding we don’t know how far the darkness will get you but it won’t leave a scar.
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