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Quickly time by time... I have never showed anybody my work of heart. It so dearly would touch somebodys. My love, did you not so know. Oh my... time for an art show. A razor...
#mymusical SARAH*: I'll just drift away on the breeze, Floating down slowly with ease, Drifting away, Falling away, Floating down.
A flash. Then silence. An iridescent white light Flickered before her eyes. In the silence, she lay, Her head on his shoulder. He was her hero, Her soldier.
#Colour #ColourChallenge Vegas born and Vegas raised, you were chameleon color-phased. Age adopted Vegas styles as well as many fading smiles.
Her hair falls loosely past her hips. Auburn waves descending in curves and dips. Her eyes are lovely ocean blue. They've seen the false but not the true. Her smile is tight and careful.
A cold and Lonely morning. My mansion is all that's left. My love has ran away from me. And left a hole upon my chest. I have all the money, land and horses too. But none of this is worth a damn.
We climbed up the mountain from rivers and hills no one to be found just gives you the chills. "Hug me." I said to my friend. He responded just a little more.
A picture of purest perfection The mirror did frame Fine antique lace, and soft ivory silk She would never be the same Midnight blue eyes upon an oval face Hair aglow with golden rays A vision of...
I closed my eyes. Held my arms out beside me. The air caressing my body. The sun burning the backs of my lids. My hair moving this way and that. And whipping against my face. And then that sound.
Somebody told me that you were dying, As soon as I found out I burst out crying. You're such a lovely innocent girl, With big brown eyes and dark curls.
My body's Weary, My eyes have gone bleary, I'm tired to the bone. My end arrives nearly, And so I see clearly, I've past sins to atone.
The day was dark As were your eyes Watching our cold breathe Freeze and crystallize In the summer When it grows warm again Will you live again. But for now just lay down and rest your weary head.
#colourchallenge. Warning: very bleak. The black attacks me. And suffocates me too. No twinkle of light. No way out of this gloom. The dark embarks. And carries me away. It grasps me so tight.
She popped a pill Then took two more To drown out The knocking on her door Her fingers tingled Her body light She slowly drifted Into the night No more pain No more sorrow No more knocking No more...
He rounded the corner, He had to make the choice, A 70ft drop; Or a cop. He could end this misery, He could end this pain, By running; of the edge.
I never thought about death as a good thing. The word itself has always sent chivers down my spine. Death. The worst thing that could ever happen to a person. Death. The point of no return.
Turing around seeing just you Trying to deny that this is true I go in my room,I lock the door I think and I don't think anymore I get a rope and tie to my fan My heart beats as if I just ran I...
I feel the cold, Biting my skin. I feel the frost, Freeze everything. The dried up tears, No longer fall. As if the pain, Weren't there at all. The sticky blood, Seeps out my side.
First person Who was ever nice In the midst of all my trouble You risked a heavy price Yet we still went along Not noticing the pain Until we crash down No hope for gain I wrote my way out With you...
---AN: I really wanna finish this so I can start my new story.. So this is the last part.
How a stumble can't be a fall, How a smile can't be just that, How sudden you hit the wall, And you feel as small as a rat, I tripped and fell in line with you, And your dark eyes stared, We both...
Dice roll Cards turn What you lose Is what you earn Place your bets Hope for aces With this cash You're going places Poker faced Silent glance There's the Jack In with a chance Sudden snag There's...
A little note~ Not written from personal experience, just inspired by a poem read in English. Together, that's what you said. Always together. You lied.
Tower Bridge is closing And all of Bermondsey is asleep Streetlight walks the waters Rising fast and dark and deep Well is your work of art so heavy That it will not let you live.