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your worldI stand outside and listen to the ominous sound my mind is captivated, my soul escapes me I can not stand being out there any longer I ascend using the stairs to where he is.your world
The sound like colours is cool and dark it floats towards me as I tremble like the tremolo and I breathe hard, I feel suppressed you notice me and you promptly stop.
Please don't stop, I want to hear you I want your beauty to shine for me I want to be given the gift of your sound but I guess we should rehearse.
You look at me, and cause me to enter a state just as you are e
New KnowledgeI got told this I don't know if it is truth but your actions don't deny it nor do they support itNew Knowledge
Apparently the feelings are returned like an old book long lasting over time I know she's always right about this I just hope she's wrong
For I shall blush when I see you I shall burn when I meet your eyes I will pine ever afterwards for you knowing that my hopes are quashed
If you loved me then you'd be marred I'd taint your reputation because of age later, later maybe but not now You know that and avoid me
You can't help b
what is?A sharp gentle jaw tenses and relaxes liquid brown eyes melts down a facewhat is?
a flicker of interest he looks up at me we meet eyes and I smooth my lips
I scoff and he hears me he looks up again I am embarrassed I scoffed at a sermon
He talks to my ruler and raves about me my skills he's never seen nor has he ever heard
Falling DreamsFalling. Forever falling. The cliff edge melting into a strange hybrid with my bed. My thoughts swimming. Trying to grasp onto something solid, a tangible thought through the confusion. Golden warmth on my face through a crack in the curtains. There it is, the one orientating thought. It's Sunday. I love those few moments of bliss, fuzzy, comfortable confusion in my mind, before I'm awake enough to remember everything. The pile of textbooks in the next room begins to nibble at my toes, the marks that will come from the upcoming exams call out to me, "Failure". Sit up. Bones crack, why am I so brittle? I drag myself out of the bed like a cumbeFalling Dreams
Neutral
cos i wanna favourite some lol and comment and stuffs.
upload, no more journal stuff
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the little paper plane that flew
Mel xx
next time you come over to mine or we're on the phone or somethign i'll show you
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the little paper plane that flew
Mel xx
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always be out standing in your field.
unless it's raining.
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always be out standing in your field.
unless it's raining.
and I don't like it...
stop me please... someone
someone please tell me to stop crying and to edge away from what I have...
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