Thick, cold icicles
On the house
Like daggers
Pierce the night
The silver moon
Grins with them
As they find their mark
Right on cue
Cold grips the heart
As ice cuts through
Chilled to the bone
(Bear with me, I don't even know.)
Thick, cold icicles
On the house
Like daggers
Pierce the night
The silver moon
Grins with them
As they find their mark
Right on cue
Cold grips the heart
As ice cuts through
Chilled to the bone
(Bear with me, I don't even know.)
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Of myths and mayhem.
Please, I need inspiration. I have writers block!!.
A tree to me. Is a tall standing favor. I have yet to know. What that means exactly. A tree. Green leaves. That savor the sun. Strong roots. That go deep underground. Thick branches.
You can trust me You can tell me your secret But behind this listening face I am smirking. You'll tell me anything, as you think I'm your best friend. But the minute you'll leave, I'll tell everyone.
Ginger tea, Ginger tea Steamy, warm and sugary when im down or feeling blue if i have the sniffles too Ginger tea, Ginger tea you'll always be a friend to me..
I can't wait to touch your skin Feel every inch of your body Hearing your heart rate accelerate For me Yelling your name Inside me We're one.
I haven't really gotten any responses about whether I should continue with Dark Figures or make a sequel of 11:11.
Hi guys. Sorry I haven't been posting lately, marks are due for school and it was my friends birthday so I've been terribly busy.
and I cried because. it was the best thing I ever had. and I lost it. gone. gone. gone. but you crawl out of bed. you get dressed. you go to school or work or both. you smile and talk. and eventually.
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