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Ngggghhhhh. Oh god. I think I'm actually falling for someone I can't have. I might just go lock myself in a closet for the rest of my life. Why d'ya have to be so bloody nice to me.
The Phantom of the Opera was musing late one night What would really happen if he stepped into the light Would he be accepted, welcomed with open arms Would Christine still be there, her beauty,...
Tis' been a while since that night, In which this world began. A world so vivd, vibrant, bright, Destroyed by thine masters hand. Our love remain eternal, Though my heart may wither grey.
I didn't see her today, but to her, it doesn't matter, Cause being best friends, Is the closest I'll get to having her, It sucks being in love with someone so ideal..
Roses are red. Poppy was blue. She wanted a poem. But no-one would coo. But late on a Thursday. Someone was reading. Posts and comments. And knew what was needing. So a poem was writ.
I want to run, I want to hide. From all the pain he caused inside. I want to scream, I want to cry. Why can't I tell him Goodbye. I want to move on, I just can't let go.
Without you life would not be the same. My life, my soul, will be put to shame. My heart will break, right in two. I might die, you have no clue. I think I might cry myself to sleep.
I see her in my minds trusted eye. Until my minds eye decides to cry. Thoughts in my head become twisted and blurred. It gets easier in time or so I've heard. She's in my eyes she's in my ears.
In an attic room, high above the bustling streets of the Unknown City, a single, naked, light bulb hangs limply from the ceiling over a large wooden desk.
I shouldn't miss you, But I do, I think I took it for granted, That you were enchanted, Do I dare call you first. Why do I ponder and curse.
Our friendship was perfect, Until I confessed my feelings for you, Why did some things even have to change. Maybe, I shouldn't just told you.
It felt so real, I never thought your love is ill. "I'm sorry" is your only line, You left me with this make-believe of mine How could it be so wrong.
Sitting in his dressing room, Coco shed a tear For even with no make-up, no woman would come near See, Coco was the best of 'em, he stood proud and tall But when it came to loving, he'd had no luck...
I'm standing here at attention. But my mind is miles away. Thinking of the dancing girl. And how I'll tell her some day. I love her but I dare not speak. Because when I'm around her I fear.
The room fell silent. You could tell her presence was around the corner. Even her perfume dispersed into the atmosphere, turning everyone's heads. It was like slow motion.
A girl and a boy, best of friends, from elementary to high school, from begging to end. Through all those years their friendship grew, they both felt the same way, but neither knew.
My head is spinning. My heart you're pinning. Sending out mixed emotions. I'm on the ground in deep commotion. Are you talking to him. Or are you talking to me.
I'm painting a picture of you. Tea tree oil on canvass. But the closer it gets to looking like you. The further it gets from a likeness. It really is impossible to capture your emotion.
Before I went to sleep last night. I made a wish for you. I closed my eyes too tight. To make my wish come true. All night I dream of nothing else. Than your sweet smiling face.
You clamped my heart with shackles. You shot the metal through. My heart is raw, ripped open. As the shackles drag on the floor. You don't know that you hold the chain. Or the key to set me free.
I didn't go into school the next day. It was a month since my aunt died, so I just lay in my room all day. I didn't want to have to face the world when I felt so weak inside.
She's shy. Teetotal. Not loud, less vocal. I'm bad. I'm tainted. How did you and I get acquainted. I'm vicious. You're nice. You should take your sister's advice. Run now, save yourself.
Consciously telling myself to not text or call you unnecessarily is harder than expected. I feel like I'm going cold turkey. So, I hope writing it here will take my mind of things. How are you...
I Hear Your voice, See your eyes. I love how it flies. Sweet vanilla skies. Eat my heart, have it. Just take it, and stab it. I'm a fool for you girl, I. You're no fool for me, no.