I like to write gothic fiction and enjoy a good dark poem when I'm by myself.
You should never do something you hate just to please someone, like you should never do something in spite just to hurt someone. You should do what makes you happy, despite everyone..
Thought I heard you call Heard the phone ring Now its not only my heart You're messing With And I never even told you How cold I never wanted you to see How cold And so old And so fragile And bold I...
What am I. A whisper in the wind A shadow's end As dawn dawns bright and red How can you sing so softly When I burnt you inside out.
Distinctive scent and outline New morning through old night He promised everything would be fine In his perspective sight. Centuries of the deceased When did trouble fade away.