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Trust was kind,. When a little young kid,. Saw just one face,. While the other one hid,. Trust knew Nice,. Or so it seemed,. But put his trust,. Into a fiend,. Nice was not,. With thought out guise,.
I'm going to a wedding And I'm gonna let it slip The bride and groom are women In a civil partnership The 'groom' will wear a wedding dress So, in fact, will the bride I couldn't give a monkeys What...
#nightdwellers I know you felt it the way I felt it too Maybe we was cut from the same cloth, me and you.
#household @nom peg. This world is moving by so quickly,. Water down a hill,. I need a way to stop the clocks,. And keep this freeze frame still,. I sing out loud a toxic tune,.
(Hm, just a semi-gore and insanity warning) It wasn't supposed to be like this, they were supposed to be married, happy, maybe she could have been pregnant. He wasn't supposed to be with her.
#100days It was a beautiful day and the weekend promised fair, so they decided to throw a few things in a case, jump in the car and drive. Where to wasn't important, it was the break away that was.
Music blasted from the speakers around the bar as he fixed a Krucifiction for the girl that had just wandered up to him. She looked to be barely legal, and dressed like she needed to be crucified.
Daleks Discover Football Dalek 1: REPORT. WHAT IS THE PURPOSE OF THIS BAG OF AIR. Dalek 2: HU-MANS USE THIS BAG OF AIR FOR LEISURE ACTIVITIES. THE BAG OF AIR REQUIRES KICKING AROUND A FIELD.
Part 3 He thought that his question would be kryptonite Vanquish this beast back into the night But how wrong he was, it just gave her more fire Filled her with hatred, demonic desire Her eyes...
Chapter 2. April 2006 Her beautiful green eyes searched mine from across the dance floor, I smiled and she mirrored me with her perfect smile.
A tired man raised his head, and Saw a tiny bird, singing It was 1973, February, and, It was snowing, blowing A cold breeze across the cold Churchyard, where the tired man Spent his night and...
I changed for you Then for years I was blue I held your hands Trying beside you to strongly stand I gave up my dreams And inside me I trapped my screams I walked a path that I don't desire Hurting...
You should know that I do not have an army of friends. I have my Husband, my mother and three girls who share my life and that's plenty for me.
Everytime I see you my heart pounds & sinks at the same time . I wonder did you know how badly you've hurt me . Everytime someone says your name my emotion turns into anger .
Pay attention, not gonna repeat myself. Seconds crawling, and the health. Of our relationship is going down. Now I'm hardly thinking bout you. You took a chance. Had our last dance.
#household. A fire in your soul. Burning you alive. With every kiss and hug. I'm closer to my demise. Bits of your soul. Withering away. Onto my heart. Every single day. Every tear you cry.
#augustwriteaday Long ago and far away You made me as I am today Sure there wouldn't be another I took you as my only lover Things were fine for a little while Felt so good to see your smile But it...
Pounding heart. Syringe in my sweaty hand. I close the elevator gate, no turing back now. It starts up with a creak and begins rattling its way down the dim shaft.
"The time will come when you will be called to put actions to our words. Those who started this rebellion will not have died in vain. We shall not be tamed!!!” I added gauging the crowd.
I want to go Where warm winds blow And no one knows my name Where the sun always shines And everything's fine And I don't face the blame Where the grass is green A perfect scene Far from the perils...
Ventriloquist has a dummy. And he calls it Clive. But he's not just a wooden bloke. For at night he comes alive. See, Clive is a rare talent. And he finds it quite a farce.
Mothers are a brilliant source of encouragement aren't they. Can you tell in this instance I'm being sarcastic.
Go down to the churchyard. Give it half a chance. You may see the skeletons. Doing a little dance. They come up to the surface. Thru a system of holes. But they don't dig 'em on their own.
Panic instills when I realise there is no way out, franticly scrambling to my feet a plume of dust surrounds me in the darkened room.