Sharyn...
Saying goodbye is never easy It's the hardest thing to do But what hurts even more Is not the chance to say it to you.
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Saying goodbye is never easy It's the hardest thing to do But what hurts even more Is not the chance to say it to you.
When i give my heart it will be completely i wont give pieces here or there it will be yours truly. When i hold my hand it will be tightly i wont grasp many hands each very lightly.
The sky was dim when I knew something was awfully wrong, my dog was howling almost to match the wind. I thought it was is instinct. Or was the correct answer pain.
My head and my heart are in counter rotation, I know he cares But it feels so lonesome. Who am I to complain. Who am I to take for granted This boy who really cares Yet he leaves me so vacant.
My dog eats rabbit poop... /. .\ ___.
The thin little river Waits ever so Beneath the still ice Fish swim like thoughts Uncaring of the frozen surface Thunder rumbles. The ground shakes.
"There's a problem," the doctor said, "She as small as a twig, Her brain is fine- But her heart's three sizes too big!" Doc opened her up, Her skin white like a dove, Instead of blood, all...
I used to sit at my bedroom window and think about my future. I always pictured me being somewhere far away from here. A perfect place. Far too big to imagine and life there was amazing.
#acrostic not sure if it fits (M)any things remain unknown (Y)ou may not believe in things such as ghosts (S)ome folks though, swear they exist (T)hey tell you their stories of spirits that...
Silence is what this poem will not be. Silence is comfortable emptiness. With no sound, no thought, nothing. Silence is not that individual.
What if someone looked up to me. What if I was the reason why someone wanted to keep holding on. What if someone thought I was pretty.
People say your head's in the clouds. Well, I say your far above them. People say that change is hard. But you seem to handle it well. People said that we were perfect for each other.
My kind is one found, in the Philippines place. You run away, I'll have your shadowy face. See me you don't, and you know why. Terrifying as I am, I'm not made for your eyes.
Scary, or silly. Happy Or sad Remember not To make it too long. Simple Tales Of Riches and glory of Intelligence and love are Especially important for Short stories.
Welcome to my nightmare. Just step right in there's room to spare. It's dark I know and kind of eerie. Don't be afraid it's not too scary. There are ghouls of course and monsters too.
So much things to do, And I've only done a few..
Moonlight covers the shadows, so hard to hide You creep up to watch, now what's inside.
I sit inside the graveyard, Ankles crossed by flowers, Letters littered at my feet, I've sat this way for hours.
In the mud and the dust, like an animal, a child too weak longs for just a crust. But can't lift it's head to seek.
love is a crazy thing. its lethal poison controls all. the brain can't function;. the heart takes over. butterflies churn in the stomach. thoughts are clouded. the eyes see deeper down.
My own body is not owned by me. Yes, you heard that right indeed. See, I borrowed this here body. The reason unknown. Except good luck flew. Right out the window. I got kinda trapped.
Every greeting was the same '083159' 'Hello Grandad' My friend who lived so many miles away, Carnoustie, my childhood in seashells and sand.
I pine for you, in some convoluted way; Scores of lines I've felt, but them I never say.
When I see you smile, I know I'm doing something right, But when I see you frown, my world is turned upside down.