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The doors closed behind him, and the train began moving to its next destination. He could feel a bead of sweat drop from his chin. The train was very packed today.
People will always leave, they will always be forgotten and I am certain I will always be unhappy.
My love.. Angel from above.. Raven hair.. So fair... Be there.. Our lair.. My cutie.. Such beauty.. To love is our duty.. The moor.. One I adore.. You fill my core.. Embrace.. The taste..
Erin clutched the cross on her neck, then forced her eyes shut. She wished. For hope. Something that would save her from this wreck she had got herself into.
When I first saw the brightness of her emerald green eyes she entranced me. When I kissed her ruby lips I became enslaved by my desire.
Tonight you will disintegrate, love, Into a drunken fool, While I sit and watch you kindle the flame with whiskey as your fuel.
He appeared normal. He spoke and behaved just like anyone else. The fact that he had no heart was very well concealed. Well, that's not entirely true. He did have one.
The sun is gone. Nowhere to be seen. Around me people are shouting and running. All I crave is silence and solitude. This story is not a romance. This story is not anything listed. This story is life.
"What are you doing here dad?", the soldier said in shock, then he went and took a seat next to his father on a rock. "I've come to bring you home son, I've come to hold your hand.
I've got blisters on my fingers from this song I wrote, I have a half cocked bottle for a shot to the throat, If you get in my way I'll shoot you down.
My heart stopped beating about a month ago, I met her in a town that I can't recall, There must be a hole in my pocket because I'm broke.
Her hair flew back into her face as the wind tried to whip it back in the other direction. She couldn’t look back. Not know. ONot never.
May 2 2012 I just read my last entry. ‘Bat-Shit’ crazy. Funny term really, how would anyone know how crazy bat-shit is. Why would anyone want to know.
The Ribbon April 27 2012 1:20 AM Flickers in my eyes Your face A kiss Hands on my neck Visions of a past that is Not yet borne Turn the lights off Turn the mirrors on Let me focus on myself Let...
"The target was taken out. But he wasn't the only one she hit. He dodged, her bullet fatally hitting an innocent." Peter informed.
"She's gone." Lydia sighed. Lydia and Gavin were in the middle of nowhere. The area around them was empty, except for cornfields and barns. The wind whistled beside them.
He traced the lines cut in his flesh, as she drew back the blade. He saw the anger in her words, but still he was not afraid. So, let her tear his heart out, so she could hold it in her hand.
I stroked the first scar goodbye and made my finger move its way to the second one.
You get cut suddenly, your wound is open and your heart spills out in front of him.
The sakura branch is A blade for the eyes’ scope, And a scabbard for sleep. The blossom of Sakura - Drinking vase’s hope, Enslaved to time’s chaos.
I woke up on the sofa, in the arms of Jonas. I turned myself to face him and kissed his cheek. "Morning" I whispered. His eyes flickered open. He laughed in amazement. "He didn't come last night.
I am your little ragdoll, but why do you have me on strings. I'm far too small for you to take your problems out on. You make me act out scenes that YOU YOURSELF seek to avoid.
A shadow of a nameless emotion passes his face, like clouds over the sun, it was gone in an instant, smothered by that expressionless mask he hides behind.
'...Take down the whitecoats. Are you crazy?.