Complicated Love Finale
I tell Jane everything but all she says is, "that's crazy chick. Whose Justin?" She had forgotten so I tell Reggie. He actually believes me but then he says, "Justin told me too.
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I tell Jane everything but all she says is, "that's crazy chick. Whose Justin?" She had forgotten so I tell Reggie. He actually believes me but then he says, "Justin told me too.
Obscured in the shadow of an old pine tree, Light splits the needles, through a window I see. He walks through the kitchen making his usual rounds, The chatter, despicable laughter, is all that...
Luckily, it was Jane. She chucked a bag at me. "I donated your hair today at lunch. The lady said ou could take something free for donating so much.
#acorn. I know some might call it stalking. But really, Im just watching. And it gives me such a thrill. All the shivers and the chills. While I keep a weary eye. And make sure you never die.
And the little girl whistled a tune Ancient in it's delicate tonal beauty, New possibilities seeming to sing themselves To me, as she held my wrinkled hand And, slowly led me up a winding hill,...
Imagine, imagine, Possibilities that could be, If I took your body and threw it out to sea. You'll never see me, Or hear one peep.
Going to school Is something I dislike but when I seen Amy Masters in her Shorts and tank top brunette hair back in a ponytail I new I hade to know her, so I follow you home after school watching...
Days passed, then weeks, then months. Nothing. No one saw anything, no one had spotted him, no one had noticed anything different on that day.
Formulating a plan for a hit and run. So many things to consider. Car or truck, perhaps a van. What speed. I mean if I do it too slow they might just jump out of the way or they might survive it.
I left the bar, the smell of alcohol and cigarets still lingered in the air.I walked across the grim streets of London on the way back to my flat so I could call it a night.
i'm hiding in the bushes, waiting. This is where she runs every evening to blow off steam. I've been watching her for a while now and I knows how her husband abuses her. He's a big guy.
Pale skin and light blue eyes. Dark circles beneath from all the lies. Blonde hair so withered it's dead too. You'd never guess that she is you. Look in the mirror and you stare back.
#acrostic. The silence of the lambs,. Hannibal, the feast upon man,. Entirely illegal cannibalism banned,. Secured and restrained,. In prison he was maintained,. Leaving seemed impossible, until an.
Hey guys let me know what you think and I'll add more. She elegantly scaled the wall. The mental institute couldn't hold her for long. Avery N landed on the dried out grass.
Friday, 2/1/13 8:15 am So here is my dream i just had and i am writing them here on Opuss as my dream journal.
Walking the dark midnight alley. Observe the glimmering moon light shining. Feel the fibers frizzle flowing, The figure insight, Not showing.
RED by Benjamin Clarkson After a brief stop halfway along Almer Road, she adjusted her iPod’s playlist, Sophie continued her journey home.
The boot of the car was small and airless, forcing my body to twist painfully into itself to fit inside the tiny space.
Everyone always tells us that love is supposed to be this beautiful, progressive, joyous thing. I always looked at love as representing two sides of a heart.
#acrostic #idontbelieveindeadlines;). (D)ave to most, seemed so normal. (A)lways calm never once got angry. (R)egal almost, and always so formal. (K)ind to his neighbours his friends and family.
Prologue. *^*^*^*^*^* I jolt up from yet another bad dream. I've had them since the age of thirteen, I'm fifteen now. They might vary on when they accrue, but most of the time I have the every night.
The trust I placed in you, destroyed. The faith I had in humanity, crushed. The fear of what you became, grew. The respect I had for you, never more. The fact you're now a father, sickening.
I know some might call it stalking But really, Im just watching And it gives me such a thrill All the shivers and the chills While I keep a weary eye And make sure you never die Dont you...
I guess you could say everything appeared normal, well, almost everything.