The Cellar- Chapter 1
This is based on a true story experienced by my bestfriend's family. The dim bulb that lit the room with dull light flickered as I squeezed my eyes shut trying to sleep.
English, I love art, music and fashion... I wish someone had warned me how hard life is :')
This is based on a true story experienced by my bestfriend's family. The dim bulb that lit the room with dull light flickered as I squeezed my eyes shut trying to sleep.
All there is... Shock Can't feel a thing All there is left... Memories But memories fade..
Chapter 2 Her frail body was collapsed amongst shattered glass and rubble, yet she looked so peaceful.
(I'm just making this up as I go along) Chapter 1 I had always been afraid. Afraid of spiders, heights, dark, the unknown and most of all... Death.
Harmonies sweep over me, Like gentle waves. Melodies trickle through my ears, Like sweet syrup. Lost in music, Time stops, Ticking clocks replaced, By the energising beat, Earphones in...
A broken heart, makes the most beautiful music..
Reaching out to grasp a million hopes, dreams and wishes all locked in the magical seven colours that flash through the otherwise dull sky. Only to fall through thin air; tricked by the illusion..
Sometimes you have to loose everything to realise what you had, and to appreciate what you have got..
Your so sad maybe you should buy a happy meal, your so skinny you should really supersize the deal - Katie Perry.
Its a bit depressing but we are doing poetry in English and this is a quick draft I wrote:.
When I play the piano, no worries matter. All that matters is the worry of playing the song right..
I would rather you hurt me with the truth than comfort me with lies..