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Come my wayLife is by no means simple,
there are struggles every day.
But it seems when I'm with you
the pain goes away.
You are my comfort.
I want to own your love,
I'm not looking for a lease.
So come closer.
Hug me tighter.
Close those beautiful eyes
and kiss me sweeter.
Sweeter than you have ever kissed,
your lips pressed against mine.
There can be no better heaven,
this is simply divine.
I fell for my own trap,
I didn't mean to fall in love,
but in this moment, this kiss,
I'm more free than the doves.
So let me fly away
as long as you will come my way.
Fox and HoundFox and Hound
Forever shall I chase you,
always looking at your back.
My desire to catch you
is the basis of my attack.
For you are the fox
and I am the hound.
My master demands I obtain thy heart,
So I run and chase,
Master beats faster and faster
as we run our race.
For you are the fox
and I am the hound.
I touched her today,
master was in a thrill.
He jumped and jumped
as time stood still.
You are the fox
I am the hound.
What can I do?
What shall I do?
after I catch you?
You are the fox
I am the hound.
I fell in love
as we ran through time.
But can this happen?
Can you really be mine?
I am the hound
My heart is my master.
It beats only for you
as it will for eternity.
Worry not my dear fox,
come closer to me.
You are the fox
and you are my everything.
The Perfect GirlMy perfect girl would be one that has beautiful green eyes because blue eyes distract me to damn much. She needs a gorgeous smile that can brighten up my day no matter the mood I'm in because sometimes I just don't feel up to the world. A girl shorter than me and definitely has to be on the slim side. A girl that would look amazing with a belly ring, but yet isn't arrogant about her looks. The girl needs to be open minded because my ideas sometimes come from left field so she needs to be quick witted and MUST have a sense of humor that can be a little dark or perverted because I look at the dark things in life and laugh at them constantly. I need the girl who doesn't have to be wined and dined everyday but when it does happen she is the happiest person on the planet. Someone I can just jump in the car and get lost with and still have the time of my life not knowing where we are headed or what we will do when we get there, but because we are together it doesn't really matter because we
TearsWhy do these tears suddenly decide to fall,
its not liked we ask them to come or call,
but no matter what they just appear
and remind us of those we used to hold dear.
These damn tears are feelings of regret and anguish,
almost like they start flowing just to punish
us for our sins.
What do we have to cry about? Well that depends.
It depends on whether you have lost what you hold dear,
for that could surely bring out a tear.
Or have you tried with all your might and still fail?
That can make tears plummet down like hail.
Or do you have no one to call a friend
no one to sit by your side when it all ends.
When this world is in chaos and dying,
for what reason will you be crying?
What brings out all of your negative emotions?
You pain, your hurt, your hatred, your strife,
all these things burst into life.
But which of these do we have to fear,
which one can bring about my tears?
Why am I crying?
Why am I lying?
It hurts being all alone,
it hurts looking at our broken home.
The table where
In memory ofIn a fleeting moment,
it can end,
life taken away,
bone taken out of skin,
we never know when,
the pain we feel,
is real enough to be alive,
pain is it's own entity,
gripping, tearing, murdering,
those we hold dear,
hearts stop beating,
words stop coming,
life stops and time holds still,
in that moment what do we see?
or our pain?
do we feel relief?
when we die what happens?
the lights go out,
exit stage left,
to right down that last slit in his eyes,
that last sentient thought,
before thine breath be naught,
what was in that moment?
or fleeting relief?
we will miss you,
our pain remains strong,
but you are not here to laugh it away,
you are not here to see the tears,
but where are you?
if heavens doors are what you see,
I pray thee watch over me.
If the bowels of hell is where you dwell,
wait for me and stay swell.
R.I.P. You cheeky bastard
An Artist's LoveAs an artist we love,
as people we hurt,
I drift in daydreams of that day,
when all my pain fades away,
where I can be with you again,
and hold you until the end,
you with your brush and paint,
me with a pen that stains
the paper mine words take form on,
A slew of emotions come forth,
but I awaken and I fear,
that day will never come,
my beautiful artist is with someone else,
my tears have run dry,
so I wait
until I die,
for death is the only recourse,
for a love that causes such remorse,
so I stain these pages black,
with the feelings I once had,
for when the truth all comes to light,
there will be no one left to fight,
I will be gone from this world of tears,
gone and over all my adolecent fears,
So paint on my lovely princess,
while I lay my head to rest,
for the words that come to page,
are those from a lonely sage,
I wish you the best in life,
no harm, no pain, no strife,
Be the princess that you deserve to be,
all I ask is that from time to time,
You paint of me
NightNight, oh night
when thy moon shineth bright,
the air cool and crisp,
as it gives a gentle kiss,
the stars glitter with faint desire,
as my heart ignites with love's fire,
night is a time to be free,
and free is the way to be,
it is the cool sensation,
that staves away the impatient,
so stare at that moon so bright,
for my love, i also gaze upon it tonight.
My biggest fearPeople wonder why I protect those I love,
Why I never let them go to far.
It's because I fear loss.
The pain of losing those close to me is the worse I know.
It is why I act so.
So awake on stormy nights.
Waiting on a phone call with grim respite.
So reminiscent on a gloomy past,
So hurt but can still laugh.
Pain is a common place
More common than myspace.
But rarity is in those golden moments.
Those laughters, those smiles,
Those eyes that will stick to your mind,
Burned in the back of thoughts that have no connection,
So hold tight the ones that give these moments of fleeting joy,
Don't be that scared little girl or boy,
Life is no longer about loss.
Protect them at all costs.
A break to uniformityA journey, a road, a life,
To lead to a house, kids, and wife.
Is it all the same?
What good is our brain?
Why do as we are told,
Why respond to scolds?
why must all life lead the same way?
Down these narrow and dark pathways,
It's the story of uniformity and sorrow.
The story of the same tomorrow.
Work, home, sleep,
Pain, fear, tears we weep
Only to start again
But Never to mend
Break the cycle of hurt
Plant your roots deep in solid dirt.
Hold firmly to the ground you want.
Never let others choose your path,
And whatever you do
Don't forget to laugh
Cold Hands, Warm HeartYou spent the day telling me
That I'm hot when I'm cold,
That I look pretty with my hair wet,
That I'm fast in water,
That I'm your little fishy,
As I sped through the river's current.
You cuddled me, hugged me,
I'm finally sure you love me,
And yet I manage to push you away.
You know my hands are freezing cold,
Did I warn you that my heart's the same?
Cold hands, warm heart, I've been told,
I guess for me, it's not the same.
I didn't believe in angels until I met you,
I know you're one.
But not the kind with wings or halos.
Your aura is woven with beams from the sun,
Yet I'm a dark creature, dwelling in shadows.
I'm sorry I got mad at you for a stupid little thing,
And I know my words sting.
I know my hands are freezing, and my heart's the same.
But I love you with a passion, and in my heart is a flame.
you tasted like mintI remember the way you stared into my eyes
in the front seat of your car.
Our favorite song was playing on the radio
and you were driving me home in the rain
because I didn't have anyone else who could give me a ride.
You parked your car in my drive way
and we watched the rain drops race down the windshield.
You had kissed me goodbye before I got out
and I waved as you drove away.
And for a while, it seemed like I couldn't get the taste
of your minty lips out of my mouth.
Sorry Only Says So MuchThere is a particular tension in the halls of a high school.
The eyes of two young souls meet-
Two lost souls.
One was broken beyond repair, with scars that would make the eyes of the strongest man drool.
One was the one who made that feet.
Two rotten souls.
When they see each other,
They both- at the very least the culprit-one- contort their chests.
They avert there eyes and their hearts drop.
It's like they want to cry from the pain,
But also from the joy of the past all over again.
Now the evil one,
The one who gave the other so much pain,
Stays up at night, torturing herself,
Clinging to torn pictures and rotten petals,
Listening to old songs and reading through old messages,
Regretting the past.
She knows she can't change what she's done.
She knows there won't be a reset this time.
It's just the most painful thought in her mind.
She wonders if the other ever thinks the same.
She wonders if the other ever utters her name.
There isn't much else she can do now to begin a friendship,
jawlinesher name was Jules-short-for-Julianne and she tasted of the grape gum that comes in packs of eight, the kind tucked away on the shelf at the Grocery & Gifts on 21st and Hawthorne,
and I didn’t know I was supposed to close my eyes.
she traced my spine with her teeth (I figure now she was trying to crack it open, let my marrow spill over her lips)
the stars leaning in when we kissed looked like rice, honest, not wishes or dreams or satellites,
two girls collided on a sidewalk, boots drenched in gasoline puddles that glistened scarlet aquamarine gold, trying to find something with their tongues
but we fooled nobody.
Ever Contemplating I have so many options,
but at the same time,
I have none.
As much as I wanna leave,
I think I might have to stay
right where I am.
someday it will happen:
we'll be on our own
you just have to wait.
I have to finish some things
before we can start:
before we can disappear
and live in our little shack
by the beach in paradise
with just enough to get by.
Playing music on the street
to get something to eat;
just to stay alive.
Although the melodies
keep our hearts beating
and the breaths we take going.
Screaming out our lungs
trying to bring back grunge,
with all our clothes
covered in studs.
Kaoru x Chubby reader: You're not fat.
You were hanging with at the Hitachiin mansion with the rest of the Host club members on a Friday night hanging out after a very long day at school.You were bullied at school but for a peculiar reason.You were a bit chubby.You weren't skinny,but you weren't fat either.Although,you do feel fat most of the time.Most girls at the school were- wait let me rephrase that,EVERY girl at the school was skinny except for you.You had trouble losing weight in the past.You had a strict diet and excercised daily.It was a very slow process but the pounds were skimming off....just not fast enough.Because of being chubby and being self consious you didn't have much friends.However,Kaoru Hitchiin was the first person to become your friend when you came to Ouran.You met the host club after that and became great friends.Haruhi and Kouya are the only ones who knew that you're being bullied by your weight but neither you or them really mentioned it much.You smiled lightl
send me letters instead of text messagesi.
hold me close to your heart;
make me laugh when i'm upset
and protect me when i feel scared.
make me feel like i'm
important to you.
send me letters in the mail
that contain poems that you wrote just for me
and tell me about how you go to
the bookstore every other weekend, hoping that
you can find something for me to read.
tell me about how you want to
go to college after we graduate
and study chemistry like you said you would,
and rant about how much you love science
even if i'm not interested in science,
because i love that you're so passionate about something
and i just love listening to your voice
when you're happy.
One of These DaysOne of these days
I’m going to walk up to you
And know exactly what to say.
The things is though,
You take my breath away
And I’m not good at conversation anyway.
One of these days
I’m going to walk up to you
And tell you exactly how I feel.
I’ll walk up to you
And have my words make you feel loved
Just like you do for me.
One of these days
I’m going to tell you
How happy you’ve made me
And what a difference you’ve made in my life
If only I could speak in poetry
Then I might be able to communicate better.
But I can’t
So I’ll just have to find a way to keep my words
When they aren’t on paper.
But I will
I’ll tell you
I’ll find a way to talk to you
One of these days.
Chapter 5 Love is complicated (Cilan x Reader)Chapter 5
Damn now what I can do, I’ll go take my brothers and Cheren and Bianca, Geez!! I’m so damn nervous of thinking what those weird guys will do to (y/n). I walked over the entrance of the Ferris wheel and took out my Pansage, ‘’ Well, I think it’s Investigation time! *takes detective hat out of nothing and put it on*, Pansage help me searching something weird or out of order, please’’ (More Cilan Like, I was making him too much OOC, shame on me -.-‘) he said as Pansage agree and started to look around the scene.
*Sniff, sniff* ‘’Hm….. Let’s see, I have smelled this essence before…… I know! As Caitlin says and psiquic type has a mystical and sweet scent, but not as sweet as a fairy type so definitely was a pure psiquic Pokémon that can learn teleport because of the sudden leave, Most of pokémon that learn Teleport have two types and the only one that is a non-legendary
how i really feelhow can i be so hyper,
when my heart is breaking.
how can i type,
when my hands keep shaking.
we hardly ever talk anymore,
but when we do it is amazing.
we laugh and cut up,
and i just find myself dreaming.
Thinking, wishing, feeling,
all while silently crying.
I must look strong,
but my armor is battered and torn.
You are what i miss,
all those moments of bliss,
thinking, wanting, hoping,
for that single kiss
that kiss that would change,
our lives forever.
That would reveal a love,
that could last forever.
But your curves are what i desire,
the slay me like a gun for hire.
My feelings run so deep,
so true...these feelings
that i have for you.
so as we joke and laugh
i may look satisfied,
but my real emotions,
those i tend to hide
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