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I don't like liars in fact I detest them,. Not just little white lies but huge like an elephant,. White lies I understand to a certain extent,. But deception and manipulation is not an intent,.
You were a thief, That's what you were, You stole my heart, You were a saboteur. You snuck into my life, Made me fall for you, Your plan clearly worked- I didn't have a clue.
You think you're so darn clever, You think, "She's met her match". You think you've fin'lly shut me out, And secured the sturdy latch.
#ColourChallenge A ship had been bought, when his house had been sold. He'd assembled a fine crew, from the brave and the bold. So with men in the rigging, and food in the hold.
My first really bad day. In such a long while. Tears that roll down. Have washed away my smile. I thought this had passed. Thought it was over. From her intoxication. I thought I was sober.
Torn Present Day Scarlett stared at the pregnancy test in the bathroom of rex's apartment. She had not been feeling well lately and she had a hunch as to why.
The sharp pain is beckoning For me to overcome, To overthrow and expose All these masquerading heroes That planted a seed of distress deep in the soil -of heart Who do think I am What did you...
Such a beautiful day, I think I will go outside, Me and you alone again, a ride in the country side. You look so young today, vibrance beyond compare, Your eyes see my very soul, a very cutting stare.
but You Said you loved me.....then she stole your heart. You Said you'd never leave me....and now we are apart. but You Said I was the one.....then she ripped you from my hands.
I saw your hands, But they weren't entangled in mine, I saw your smile, But for me in did not shine, I thought you would stay true, I thought you'd never lie, I thought you said you loved me, And...
I tried so hard to keep it inside. I tried so hard so that it won't affect me. But now that I try to forgot all my tries. I find it harder to forgot what you gave me.
I'm sorry is all I hear, But you lie and it's very clear, All those nice things you've said, Echo inside my head, Because now I know their not real.
I was caught between a rock and a hard place. My sins paid with interest and thrown in my face. Mama always said I was born with hard ears. She knew one day trouble would come my way.
"WHAT RIGHT DO YOU HAVE?!?!" she screamed at the girls bewildered face, stricken with fear from the loudness of her voice. "WHAT RIGHT DO YOU HAVE TO TAKE AWAY ONE PERSONS CHANCE AT HAPPINESS?!?.
Darker, darker, Sinister twister, Don't think about me, A long forgotten mister. You said it was fine, Turned away, slipped through my heart.
"That light comes from the Tree of Time." "No way..." Void was amazed. "It grows behind our castle?" Herobrine nodded solemnly. "Yes, it does.
If you fell I would pick you up. If you were lost I would find you. If you were broken I would fix you. If you were penny-less I would give you my last. If you cried I would dry those tears.
You know just what to say, And how the game is played. You know what I want to hear, losing you was my biggest fear. You decided to walk out on me, despite my cries and begs and pleas.
How could James do this... How dare he. They used to be so in love, so smitten... Now look. Stone cold heartbreak.
I wanted every day to be special with you,. So I gave you my heart and trust too,. But this one broken promise,. Made me think you weren't truly honest,. You played with my heart,.
I never wanted better; I wanted you. What is it you don't understand. You keep saying,"good things end so we can find something better." What if that's not what I want.
Sorry isn't the hardest thing to say. It's the hardest thing to truly mean. Over used every single day. A word said, an action rarely seen. It's hard to believe the emptiness you set free.
The next day was alive. The party was amazing and Ryan was actually here, so was Jesse. I was in a pastel pink dress with my brunette hair tied in a cerulean ribbon. Then came the main dance.
They say imitation is the. highest form of flattery. But guess what, my life's. not art or an open gallery. Whats your game feeding. on other people's pain. You played your best hand.