Pain
Is there ever an end To this emotion named Pain. Or does it just subside After a good cry in the rain.
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Is there ever an end To this emotion named Pain. Or does it just subside After a good cry in the rain.
A few years ago at school, I was asked to write an essay from a picture of a beach, with a stone, a doll and footprints leading away.
There once was a tiny maiden Not much bigger than your thumb Hatched in a barley corn flower Who cheered you up if you were glum Just by speaking to you sweetly Her laugh tinkled like a stream This...
I cannot tell when the dreams began any more. I've lived with them now as long as I can remember and wouldn't be surprised to learn I've had them even longer than that.
Why is first love always so unmistakably painful and too heartbreaking.
Both of Peter’s hands were sealed tightly together like an oyster, held a foot in front of his pumping chest. His hands were so tightly forced, that water could be kept between them in an orb.
I sat in bed, listening to the rain hit the window, reflecting on the past. It was a warm day, about 6 months ago, I had a friend who was a bit of a slut.
"What news did he have?" The greying but youthful matron turned at the sound of the Abbot's voice. Her face was set in a worried expression as she flittered around the sleeping man.
Cliché #3 "I really didn't want this to happen. Believe me I'm not like them anymore!" "how could you. I thought you loved me.
@OpussDailyChallenge. Although I never made it to 5 feet tall. I am mighty important for one so small. The meaning of my name carries some weight. I was a born leader, it's written in fate.
I have a heart that's made of stone, It's not a fragile thing. Once upon a time it was whole, It's stone from too much breaking.
We talked around the edges For hours Until you said You had to go Should have long ago To meet someone, do something Drink, get wrecked Easier than talking, talking Saying it can't work Won't...
The strange girl stared up at Lydia. "Let me up there!" she yelled at Lydia, aiming the rusted silver gun at her. Lydia looked down and was shocked to see the girl. Shehasagunshehasagun.
'I don't understand relationships.' She rolls onto her hip as she speaks, to gauge his reaction to her words. His slightly glazed eyes lock onto hers.
Chapter 25: Brotherly Love Sparrow took Braxton above the dark fluffy clouds and released him.
Hi. My name's Billy. This is my blog/diary. I've never really written one of these before, so I guess I should start with an introduction. My full name is Billious M. Macgilly.
I looked up to you. You were everything I wanted to be: determined, powerful, strong, hardworking: where did that go.
I ran out of the gaping door and saw the corner of a black truck speeding around the corner. I ran as fast as I could after it but I lost sight of it after it made a sharp turn towards the bay.
Chapter 4 After pushing through the immense crowd, the young women found a spot to stand close to the side wall of the structure.
New Year's Eve 1850 somewhere near London Christmas had been a lot of fun. Zophar had got himself a new job and so they travelled to his Mother's house.
I should just explain about the "Birdy" part. Angelo Uccello is my composers name. Angelo after my Grandfather; Uccello because it's Italian for "Bird".
"have a seat" said Dave as he quickly moved a blanket off the sofa. I didn't want to sit down but I was being polite. It was cold and I wish I was back home by the fire. "would you like anything.
“Samson!!!. I know you can hear me. Where are you?!” I heard her call again. Ignoring her call, I went deeper, entranced by a shimmer at the bottom of the lake.
Satanic cackles erupted from Goliath's throat as he entered the mossy den, his yellow eyes locked onto the two small she wolves.