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Let me drown in your nicotine kisses while the moths from yesterday eat away at my criss-cross heart as I remember what life was like before i met this lie.
I listen to the church bells and sparrows fill the eerie silence in the dusty church and my knees ache from praying about you, and I can still taste the nicotine in my mouth.
That sweet taste of death lingering behind on my tongue while Disbelief still clouds my mind as shadow follow behind me in a line, of torment and torture of how life was before i met you.
My eyes sting, and my lungs hurt, and Im tired of crying. I hate crying. Red-rimmed eyes and heartbroken sobs are all that is left of me. Really, Im empty. Im miserable, really. Just dead.
I lie there on my back, and think of all that i know. I need to see the doctor soon.
split hearts - collabMornings I wake, and find letters by my pillow. Words written in sweet cyanide laced ink, with butterflies floating like acid on the page between intoxicating lines. Twilight curves fancy the words that milk my throat for a reaction. My head is clouded in the mornings, but I do wonder what type of angel has left this for me.
I lay and ponder the delicate letters, joined together with handwriting that is oh so beautiful. Slightly right-slanted and only just small enough to fit all her words onto the ivory leaf; its almost like an art form, the way this angel writes. Maybe I should write back, I think before I lift my weary body from the bed. I could leave them on my pillow for the angel before I fall asleep, or I could put them through the mail, addressed to wherever the letter feels it should go.
But would it ever reach this angel? or would it seem like Im hopelessly lost in a love that doesnt seem real? I feel like the air is scented with oxygen drawn heroin an
A single red rose.
A box of dark chocolate,
In a colourful pink box.
A song to call our own.
A card to make me laugh,
With a teddy bear to match.
A blanket to share.
A t-shirt you gave me.
A cute pair of slippers.
Not gonna happen.
A song you wrote for me.
A silly dance to show off.
A cute funny face in an e-card.
Ill never say it.
A simple kiss on the cheek.
Pick me up from work.
No words to be said.
You cant get me to say it.
A rose everyday in my favourite color?
A cheesy lymric to keep me laughing?
A clean house to come home to?
A dinner already made? though you are a bad cook.
A dessert of chocolate, chocolate coffee cake?
A bath full of bubbles not rose petals?
A bed made and a good book resting on a pillow?
A hot cup of coffee on my nightstand?
A lily by my window?
It is a possibi
Papa: a poem:...Papa.
White hair rounds a balding head.
His brown orbs glisten bright, with glittering life.
Chapped lips laugh a hello.
This didnt happen that long ago.
A birthday passes and he grows ill.
His luminous brown eyes, begin to fad.
Chapped lips whisper a hello.
This didnt happen that long ago.
A fragile, thin body lie peaceful sleeping soundly.
His blissful brown orbs, begin to lose their lustier.
Chapped lips chock a hello.
This didnt happen that long ago.
A heartbeat begins to slow as time speeds up.
His brown orbs, not too long ago they did shin,
They glistened and glittered,
They were full of luminous lustier.
Now they are gray and slowly closing.
Chapped lips no longer part to laugh a hello.
No longer part to whisper silly secrets.
No longer open to say,
I love you.
His life is gone.
And my heart is breaking,
And the tears begin to flow.
This didnt happen that long ago.
When you...when you wake up i wish i could be the first thing you see.
when you wish upon a star i want to be the some one you wish for.
when you burn dinner and order take out i want to be the one who argues with you about the food we order.
when you smell the roses i want them to remind you of me.
when you fall asleep...
i want to be the one sleeping next to you,
holding on tight to you,
whispering to you,
that i will love you for the rest of my life.
30 ways to have Grimmejow...1) Call him Kitty.
2)Try to feed him cat food.
3)Tell him hes weaker then Ichigo.
4)Call him too weak to be an arrancar.
5)Bonus points 4 doing it in front of Aizen or the other arrancars.
6)Show him Ulquiorra X Grimmjow smutt.
7)Ask him if hes hungry and point to his hollow hole.
8)Ask him what its like to sleep with Ulquiorra.
9)Replace his bed with a cat bed and some cat toys.
10)Ask him if hes top or bottom. Then assume hes bottom and deny anything he says in protest.
11)Take a picture of him sleeping, and send it to everyone.
12)Play the pussycat dolls cd every time he transforms.
13) ask him if he gets fur balls.
14)Give him cat treats when hes being good.
15)Make him an email address : email@example.com
16) Unleash the fan-girls and fan-boys.
17) Dye his hair purple when hes sleeping, then sing Purple is the color of the sexually confused. over and over again.
18)Put weird colored make
Ophelia unrelentingI keep all the
underneath my tongue :
they're the ones
that say you
love me -
- love me not
in this madness,
in this suspended
state of grace :
I will soldier on,
I will not allow
this willow branch
A song out of songsYou should have killed me when you had the chance. because. you were the king and now you're unconscious.
we can't be friends. sugar.
You really got me. this is gonna hurt. to hell and back.
this means war. sleep with one eye open. till the death of me. know your enemy.
We won't back down. with a little help from my friends. you're going down.
just the way you are. you deserve nothing and I hope you get less.
Darling. tonight the world dies. breathless. and all things will end. across the universe.
don't be afraid. I'm not afraid. Everything will be alright. in the end.
Everything's an illusion. and I fade out. the memory. on my own. since you been gone.
Say you'll haunt me. I'm lost without you. bruised and scarred. still waiting. Congratulations I hate you. I feel so on my own. How could this happen to me?
My heart is broken. I want you, I need you, I love you. my angel. It's not over.
A Secret that she died withIceTear cried again,even if she did not tell other cats.She would always love ShardClaw,she could not hate the tom who hurt her so much even if she tried.
IceTear felt sick knowing the truth,she would always have a part of ShardClaw with her Literately.IceTear was pregnant with the toms kits.
A feeling of regret and shame washed over her.ShardClaw had not loved her nor would anyone love her or the kits.IceTear wanted to scream at the unborn kits in her belly for making her feel so ashamed of how she had loved the tom.
For the next few moons IceTear hid her pregnancy from others.One day IceTear found a way to rid her self of the shame and burden....Have the kits in secret and give them away.
IceTear had left the camp one day feeling the pain coming on fast.She hide away close to a cabin were TwoLegs would stay in the New-Leaf.IceTear gave birth to Three tom kits who looked like a perfect mix of her and ShardClaw.Feeling ashamed she found a TwoLeg and got the TwoLeg to pick up the
even when the sun has set and the world seems its darkest…
take solace in knowing that the moon shall cast a beautiful porcelain glow upon the earth.
And my darling…
know that when the moon is gone from the sky
innumerable stars betwixt galaxies afar dance to feed your wandering eyes
and even when the clouds block the stars,
let the rain kiss upon your face and renew your belief that one day the sun shall rise again…
To kindle the flame in your heart and illuminate the light within your eyes and your soul.
For my love…
i have nothing but faith that even through the blackest of nights you shall persist in being the most wondrous thing I have ever come to know.
Love is. . .
Love is when I can't fall asleep because you are on my mind.
Love is impossible to describe, like the taste of water, or like how you taste on lips.
Love is when I wake up wishing it was your arms wrapped around me.
Love is our morning texts and goodnight wishes.
Love is not being able to stop thinking about you, wondering if you are happy.
Love is the worry that comes when you are hurt, wanting to kiss your wounds, even if you are my strong solider.
Love is meeting your gaze and having my heart trip.
Love is laughing with you, our fingers intertwined swinging, wanting nothing more than to be beside you.
Love is not wanting a future without you, wanting to wake up beside you and knowing that you love me back.
Love is . . .being yours & you being mine.
Not your HeartLying in my bed, in the silence of the night,
my head is overwhelmed with one, single, giant
thought right in this lone moment. You, my dear,
you are the thought that is swimming laps
through my head.
How do I even begin to wonder if you do love
me; it feels like your giving me so many mix
signals that I am beginning to question if my
eyes are playing little tricks on me. Or are
you just unsure if you should take the leap.
You don't want to feel the pain that could
over rule every emotion that you have no
desire to feel in the first place. If
that's so, then I could never want to break
a heart like yours, it has way to much
wonderment for me to want to break when
there is so much more for me to explore.
The uniqueness that your soul has makes it
so hard, for me to resist not wanting to go
look into your eyes to see your whole world
lit up in a matter of seconds; maybe it's
just the reflection of me every time that I
look at you, how you can make me smile
effortlessly because of
The Orange and The PigWhen Carrie met Alex
She was limping
And hurting more than her
Pulsing mind could understand.
And she saw him
And her immediate thought
Was to throw herself on him,
She could close her eyes and
Think of Momma when he hugged her.
And she vocalized all of this
Stretching out her blood stained arms
Towards his tall, suited form,
Which would of course become externally
When his mind caught her undeniable satellite signal.
When Alex met Carrie
And her distress
Spilled through the street
Like a tidal wave.
And she fell into his arms,
And the blood caused his stomach
To lurch out against his skin
And she said
'Please I'm dying'
In this Southern America type goloss.
And Alex was very confused,
But being the horrorshow young man
He was so painfully forced to be,
He knew he had to help.
And while he carried her
Through the streets going
Bog knows where,
His agitated mind reminded him of
A bloody warrior's heartWith front-held pain
I wandered the world,
Alone I walked
My heart gone grey...
Then I met her
Our meet by chance,
Her strain was worse
Than mine ever was...
Since our encounter
I vowed her aid,
My heart for hers
We'd share the rain...
My heart now aches
It slowly bleeds,
A warrior I was born
But now accompanied too...
A question with out a answer A man asked me a question
A tiny question
Why would you want to die?
I laughed at the man
I don't want to die
Thou i know for a fact
One day i will die alone
One day my life will be forgotten
I will be nothing
Even if you tell me others will remember me
The ones after them wont
Someday i wont even be a memory
I wished i was immortal
I in the end would be alone again
Every friend would die
One day even the world would die
I would always be alone
why did i want to die then
I told him even i don't know
With Every Last WordWith every last word.
With every last word I speak to you before I go to bed, I tell you that I like you.
With every last nightly breath I say how much I need you.
With every last thing I do I show how much I want you.
With every last song I sing, I sing to you with all my heart.
With every last living breath I have Ill always say I love you.
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