Story of a RoseMy story is like a once red rose It's short simple and beautiful Deceiving and painful too Watch me fall...one pedal at a time Forgive me now I know nothing I do will be different now Someone please take my place The air is awful sweet around here But it hurts when I'm being touched and hurts when I'm being plucked Am I still like that once red rose you told me of? Am I still the girl you once loved.? When the end is near I swear I'll love you still It has been painful for a long long time Figure you and I will find some way some time But you're caught in a tangle oStory of a Rose
Running WordsI've got nothing but words left in me Each letter holding up some weak and dying symbol With my last bit of energy it is words that will escape me Words will survive me and times of grief When my body is silent and cold and my life gone When I know no other way to go but down I feel words will set me free But words have become like a knife I run with the pointed edge at my heart And if I fall one more time I know I'll die And the words will spill from the torn heart The blood will harden crack and wash away Reminds me of so many lives I've worn With words I'll escapRunning Words
I love youHeartbrake for twoTears pain like the tearing of flesh Breathing burns on its way down setting the body on fire Your limbs tremble like leaves in the wind, weak and frail Thoughts and words seem to dissappear in the air Your angel begins to die in your mind as they fly away Your insides begin to turn forcing you down Head cold on the concrete lie you've forced in your mind The tears swell and freeze along your cheeks Breaths sting with cold air and seizes up your lungs Everything has turned to ice and things break Your thoughts and words shatter as they fall from the air Cold, you're frozen in tHeartbrake for two
saying goodbye sucks
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"Hold on to the concept of love, always" - Cranberries
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Smile, it makes people wonder what you're thinking.
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"No artist desires to prove anything. Even things that are true can be proved." --Oscar Wilde
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But then again I am only 17. What do I know?
Today, there was a spider on the wall of the bathroom stall I was in. So I said "Bitch! Im using this stall!" then I kicked it's ass.
If I was Mr. T...I'd kick your ass...then rape you.
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