Although I have no one, I have words.
I toss and turn I can't get to sleep The only sound I hear Is my iPad going beep I pick it up to find someone liked my Opuss Then I slam it back down My eyes were watering from the lack of...
You may be a little bias and vain. But inside I know your pain. You think I'm the one in the wrong. But you don't know the story which is long. You see, she only told you.
Although I have no one, I have words I have the voice of a thousand birds I a friendship group I can call a herd But no, for I am unheard.
I wonder if you'll experience what you did to me. Would you find it lonely sitting under a tree. On your own with a seat for one. When the clouds are always blocking the sun.
Summer Sunlight. Unitive people unite. No time for rain when the sun is out. Loving the sun will leave you no doubt. Indigo nights with stars a maze. Green fields and longer days.
In the corner of a busy room. Gathering dust. Is a girl, yes a girl. Destroyed by lust. In her time, she was beautiful. She loved the odd kiss and hug. She had many lovers which she never loved.
The sky glistened a winter grey,. Beckoning children to come out and play,. The snow so thick it draped the fields,. Ignoring the fact the grass was concealed,.
When the moon is full,. The street lights dim,. A shadow will flicker,. It's him. When the cats eyes glare,. The cars flash by,. A man will be there,. In the corner of your eye.
Intro: Taylor walks into a school corridor with lockers, daydreaming You take a deep breath and you walk through the doors It's the morning of your very first day You say "Hi" to your friends you...
Fields of green,. Heart of black,. When will will there be a chance to turn everything back. To the way it was. To the way it hasn't been. The way it should. Where the fields are green.
CHAPTER 1 Kiana Kennedy strolled in, wearing pink. Pink as in her hair, her clothes, her bag. Everything except her skin, which she had to keep perfect. Not pink.
"Nadine!" Her mother called. "Come on. Lets go!" Nadine fled her room and ran down the stairs with a series of cracks and creaks. "Com..." She tripped on the way down.
Now You are gone The suns a little dimmer After it shone It's lost it's shimmer.
You are the flower that I would pick. Colourful in your own unique way. You built me up brick by brick. Each and every day. You are words that I would write. Beautiful, strong and clever.
There was a cold breeze outside. It wasn't snowing, but the rain was coming down light enough to disguise itself as it.