Fly You're on a cliff. Your father is right next to you, the sun is high in the sky. It's a blazing orange and it stains every inch alongside the horizon. There is a sea beneath you and it beckons. Before you know it, you automatically jump off the cliff and you're soaring. Your father says something, but you miss it. The only words you can understand are "wings," "melt," "close," and "sun." A warning? It doesn't matter. You're gliding across the air. You notice you have wings. They stretch out and you notice every single feather they have. You feel so free. This is the ultimate high, and you do not intend to go back down and crash.
Eighth LoveIt was your mistake to mess with a Scorpio like me,I've got none of the good qualities,Only anger and jealousy!My pincers and stinger are ready to strike,I'm not afraid of you,I'm ready for a fight.It's your fault for messing with someone like me.You've just offered yourself to beg on your kneesFor mercy, something I'll never give,So now you're lucky if I allow you to live.Don't cry,Don't scream,Don't even beg.Haven't you heard one thing I've said?You took a girl's heart in the heat of it's primeAnd ripped it out and stomped it on it,Oh what a crime!So it's your fault now,For pulling the trigger.You wante
Pendulum feelingsOne says hate himThe other says don'tWhich one do I listen to?One says "He hurt you; you have every right to hurt him back."The other says "It's not right, he doesn't deserve it."One says "It's his fault. Make him pay, make him pay for your suffering"The other says "It won't do you any good. You'll just hurt yourself more."Which one do I listen to?Both of them yellBoth of them screamI can't choose,I can't choosePlease don't make me chooseWhich one's right?Which one's wrong?I can't tellOne says yesThe other says noOne says hurt him, beat him, make him bleed, make him suffer.And eye for an eyeThe other sa
Broken Bottle*sigh* I usually keep a straight face, not really showing my emotions *pfft yeah right!*Well in the most part, yes.Why is it, that I can read the saddest books, watch the saddest movies, hear the saddest news and yet not shed a tear?But, once I see my mother there on the bed crying......my vision gets blurry and the tears roll down my face. I shake my head "No mommy, mommy please, no...." And she just stares at me......I can see the pain.I think this is God's way of punishing me....telling me that I should be more faithful. That this is the price for all my sins...If I had one true wish...it would be for my parents to have a wonderf
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