You're not sorry.Sometimes that hurt just took me off of my feet, Alone. To those who overlook the falling girl, I smile. They too, are wise.You're not sorry.
These simple eyes, oh the wise are confused, Expression of a tourist lost in the road, Weeping over his home so far away.
And the artists lined the streets,
Slopping paint onto each canvas into the Patterns of my heartache, Painting a portrait of the pretty girl and her lover, Her hands entwined within her locks of hair And my frown wasn't displaced and curled on my lips. Oh, art could lie, could break your heart all over again,
Let go.The grime covered windows Shielded her intentions and so slowly decayed Under her drab cloak of deception.Let go.
And the pretty girl smiled a toothy grin At the tought of being loved by her murderer.
There were too many nights
With a darkness she couldn't love... No, not the way she'd loved her, Pressed against the bed.
And the moment was fleeting While she couldn't let go of the memories she wanted to chain down. "Please don't forget me," she'd always beg With a face lost of colour, But so beautiful, so white.
And those toughts were so
Over and over Part oneIt was something so constant, so repetitive that you know it was real. So real that you could feel the gentle breath of wind caress your skin. It was more than just a reoccuring daydream, more than just a simple moment of spacing out. There was a meaning to it. It wasn't just a complete daydream. It had a purpose. It was real. I knew it was.Over and over Part one
The dark sky stretched out above me, a roll of black velvet glinting with the resolute light of stars. The darkness felt so suffocating. For once, it made me feel remotely powerless, but at the same time, the black felt so encouraging... in a bad way. I would have flashed a smile, but who wou
LavanderJune 16th of 2006Lavander
She swallowed her bubbles of confusion And struck a match To burn down the empire, Whispering sweet words to the quicksand That didn't even want her. Prancing about in the fields Of lavander and sorry eyes, The moon didn't shine In her shadow's wake, And swallowed her emptiness. The blades of grass Hid too many secrets And laughed at the foolishness of the
Young girl, Standing in a gown of hollow hopes. Vanishing into thin air Was the last touch of the teasing hatred That plauged her so, Withering her sim
by `girltripped
Haha.. gone WRONG.
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"And I wonder if you know,
How it really feels,
To be left outside alone..."
-"Left Outside Alone" by Anastacia
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"I like my women like I like my coffee: covered in BEES!"~Eddie Izzard
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| Pour vivre heureux, vivons aveugle |
Very nice gallery!
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Thank you for your kind words!
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Chiirisuke @ dA
thanks a lot for the
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"And I wonder if you know,
How it really feels,
To be left outside alone..."
-"Left Outside Alone" by Anastacia
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I'm sick and weak from my condition,
this lust, this vampiric addiction.
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