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That you love me It's a lie That you miss me It's a lie That you'll come back again It's a lie It's all lies That you'll protect me It's a lie That you can't live without me It's a lie If you're...
She's not afraid to wear a plain face in front of you. 'Cause I she asked if she looked pretty,. Without missing you'd say "You do". And you're not afraid to look like a fool. Is it too much to say.
If dreams were reality, And I was in your arms, I would be safe, And away from all that harm. If wishes would come true, And I was here with you, I would be happy, In all the things that we could do.
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.
It would be easier, If he were mean. It would be easier, If his love wasn't seen. It would be simpler, If he didn't love you. It would be simpler, If you didn't have feelings too.
She could feel him watching her as she walked up his garden, officially pleased with herself. "Are you drunk?" He called out as she reached his front gate. She turned slowly.
(I wrote this when i was 12 and this is NOT about anyone i just came to me at half six in the morning). I cant go sleep. Without you by my side. Knowing you ain't there. Keeping me safe.
I wish I was your best friend. Because I'm here with you till the end. I wish I was your perfect lover. Because you told me you are bored under the cover. I wish you thought I am something special.
Hes not my type. Its not my thing. How can i say it. When his freinds are listening. I dont want to do this. But should i try. My head is buzzing. With reasons why. What should i do. Now i know you.
I sit upon my windowsill. Watching the world go by. Children rolling past on scooters. Husbands strolling by with wives. Stride for stride and hand in hand. This world belongs to them.
I still think about Breezy. That's mostly because she's in my English class...but even when she's not right across the room, her memory creeps into my mind. I think of her long blonde hair...
He looked at me, his eyes looking right through the truth. "I know you better then you think, just tell me".
you can't blame me for feeling this way and you can't overexpose it we don't have the slightest clue on how to communicate you basically hate me dislike me whichever way you wanna put it the last...
My being so shallow, with a heart so hollow. Feels opposed with hope so narrow. Locked inside an inner asylum. Not a single soul had I to welcome. But there you came as our lives collided.
There once. was a beautiful fair maiden. Who lived. on my street down the way. With hair. as bright as the sun. And eyes green. with a little tint of grey. She floated. with the wind at her heels.
Chaptor 10: Amy's POV: "I love you." ... Did he just say that. I cant believe it... I dont know what to think this cant be happening again. Why is my mind whirling. I cant lose it now.
You're my little bit of fiction, Keeping my feet just above ground. My little piece of unreal, I'm lyrics and you're my sound. But that's just it, you're fiction. A mere scene within my head.
I am left alone here on Silent Peak Without your words I'm not known For inside the meaning of words the spirits speak But without them I'm left up here alone.
I've never seen your face, And I've never seen you smile, But I've fallen hopelessly in love with you.
I am extremely sad right now. Sigh. I...I freaking asked him if he wanted to date...me. I'm not sad because he turned me down. Although he didn't really accept either... But the distance bugs him.
The tiny tin soldier, With the crystal glass heart, Made from rust and ancient cogs, He would not wear apart.
There are so many things I want to say to you, I love your eyes, your gorgeous eyes, and your smile too, your warm company and the way you hug me, the way you always call me beautiful and your...
Benny, or Bullydog was strumming his white electric guitar in the small room where red sponge was hugging the walls. The black, glittery stars were glistening in the dim light.
I couldn't determine if it was how your clothes were fitting that day, or if it was the way you did your hair.