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I swear I saw your face in the rain last night, a face that I don't even know but inside one that I have grown so somehow I subconsciously know - I saw your face through the rain, drops past your...
Ians Pov Alyssa held my hand really tightly. Like death grip. I stood up, and she released her grip. "What is it?" "She is alive," he comfirmed.
Knew something wasn't right As I lay awake last night. Today my ex's mother rang, Told me news about him that's made my heart pang.
Forget about the girl called Boo. Forget the times she said "I love you". Don't remember her pretty looks. Don't remember the heart you took. Don't think about all those nights.
You're life is on fire There's a blaze a mile high It's burning, it's twisting Smoke fills up the sky I'm screaming and shouting So why don't you hear.
After the last day of the school week Justin (my new best friend) offers to take me home because I am so tired. I hop into his car, literary hop.
My friends and family, they try to tell me that at my age there is only one man you can trust with your heart, your dad, but then they remember even he can't be trusted when it comes to my dad.
Hiding Our Hurt Chapter 4 ~~~ When the song ended it changed to a Goo Goo Dolla song, Iris. I also got emotional when this song came on, it reminded me of my past.
#household Wind up the key, The musical heart, The tune starts. It has a power, Memories of old, A fool's vows were told.
I promise, I will tell someday a story. About one girl who don't like to feel sorry... And deaf shadows still there And she can't hear, How they missing her tears...
As soon as I opened the door to the house, I dropped my bags and raced upstairs. I ignored Lucy's calls and collapsed down onto my bed, I buried my head into Adams pillow.
#youngwritershousehold This didn't actually happen!. For the rest of my life, My best friend had gone, She'd been stabbed with a knife, It was just wrong.
After a few more days we all agreed that I was better off, flying home.
The answer stood alone, blowing, a torn flag. The torn down soldier, bowing to her grace. An answer was found, a new beginning, a new stack. An engine was roaring, a new life spinning, a new face.
The hardest part of the words 'I could never love you' is that no matter how much of an infatuation it is all too true. It's not that I don't love you- but that I can't.
Another call from you At 3:33am today No voicemail again What angle are you trying to play at. Another call, another worry What must I do To get you to stop Would you care to tell me.
What do you do when negative and positive Just balance out. How do I find out what this is all about.
She closed her eyes, And wished for death, Blocking the tears, And taking a breath. Her heart was broken, Her eyes unsure, Her blood was seeping, Onto the floor.
18th July 5:01 am I woke up the next morning and the sun was blaring through my curtains. I got up and trudged downstairs. I paused and saw a banner hanging up on the kitchen wall.
17th July ( still) 9:36 am Anyway. I will tell you what happened after Matt rushed to the bathroom. I assumed he had got a bit hot but the more I waited the more I got worried.
I have recently had to learn to trust no one again.
Nothing is worse than knowing no one trusts me. They don't understand, they don't even care what they see. They look at me like I'm a blank canvas, one which needs to be painted.
Many nights In the deepest depths of darkness I wandered In limbo, like a lost soul, A demon Drowning in dreary doom, Drained of life, Starved of love, And fiending for a cure.
I couldn't hear or see anything. It was just blackness. I felt like I was suffocating. The darkness was reaching out for me. Wrapping its arms around me. Killing me, slowly. I woke up screaming.