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Roses are red, Violets are blue, Sugar is sweet, And so are you You are caring, You are kind, You are loving, Your love isn't blind You give me flowers, Chocolates, Presents, Even arrange exiting...
I stand there in the ashes, A cloud of dark despair, Crackles with a shock of lightning, Shattering the air.
Quite long sorry, but there's quite a lot of Drama // Shanea stretched slightly, her mind fresh and happy after she'd had her interview for Red Magazine, which if she did say so herself had gone very...
#nature #songcompetition So I'm sitting and feeling the strain Wondering whose to blame Living life in the fast lane Chasing dreams always something to gain Your love is like acid rain Rotting at...
#emotion #breathless @naaviie Oxygen wearing thin Head's starting to spin Reeling to the ground Tell me, do you hear the sound.
The silence almost ached around them, like a third person in the room neither would acknowledge despite being intensely aware of its presence. Ella extended her nimble hand toward her sister.
I'm posting it to YouTube Monday sometime now that I've finished the piano :). Twice upon a time. There was a little girl like me. Seeming so sweet and cute. Happy as can be. Smiled everyday.
I threw up all night And it felt good, right, Somehow like I was Purging myself of The laughter I'd allowed, The smile that had Weakly crawled across My lips, I had, for a moment, Stopped thinking...
Current day. Seohyun stared at nothingness through the window. The sky still illuminated light through the window despite the clods blocking the sun and an obvious rain was about to start.
It's so wrong, seeing him there. Laying in a bed that isn't his. Breathing air that isn't his. Surrounded by walls that aren't his. Walls of death. Why do they paint the walls in this color.
Welcome to the place of the condemned. Purgatory sacrifices. Punishment for mortal sins. Give me a kiss of sanity. Let me weave among your dreams. Enjoy your extent torment. A seething rage.
No voicemail. For 3 weeks. I should be happy. But instead I'm meek. He's back. But not as bad. Just messages on Facebook. Not as sad. But he's calling again. No voicemails yet. We share a memory.
So it's only one scene, but it's an average length and kind of a breath of fresh air after the last part ':).
Sat staring into those eyes A haunting tale can be read The trials of her life take time As inside she feels dead She knows she feels love But doesn't know how to express it For she died long ago Her...
Put out the stars Like accusing eyes That need To be blinded With nails and knives. Fill the sky With thick Darkness Envelop all In its suffocating kiss.
Shattered dreams lay discarded and broken. Nightmares sheathing in dark thick black clouds curling into the mind. Terror like a haze manipulating the soul, blackening the heart.
Walking alone,. Holding onto your heart,. Back to a place you call home,. Deeper into the dark,. Lies set in stone,. Too face the truth,. Wasted & used,. Carving away life,. This box is my tomb,.
"Hello." "I-It's over. He b-b-broke u-up with m-me." "What. Why?" "He saw the hickey on my neck." "Oh, I'm so so so sorry. I'm a terrible person!" "No your not.
Wow. So much drama :'( *Drew's POV* Tap. Tap. Tap. My fingers constantly came into contact with the smooth black leather steering wheel of Justin's range rover.
No why's. No lies. No cries. We tried. You lied. I hide. You take. You fake. I hate. I'm numb. I'm stunned. I'm done. So wrong. For long. All gone. I seethe. Can't breathe. You leave. I choke.
See, look, feel, touch. Broken & just not enough. Wound up & I hate to love, Your fumes are a drug. Push me out of your way, You've got cards to play.
I'll let you into my world on the condition that if I show you the scars that are physical you won't want to leave me on my own. That you'll stay no matter what.
Jeg plejede at være så lykkelig, små ting kunne gøre mig glad. Det kan de endnu, om end ikke i samme omfang. Smilet i dine øjne, mine børns latter, solen der danser på himlen.
the guitar riffs mean nothing-. they pass right through me-. trying to echo the past-. the screams are haunting-. yet I don't feel a thing-. it's always too late-. the suspense doesn't really matter-.