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How many...How many hearts will you break, How many sleepless nights will I stay awake, How many lips will whisper your name, How many tears will fall like rain, How many times will you lead me on, How many times will you leave me alone, How many days until I am free, How many lifetimes until you look at me, How many times will I ask you to stay, How many times will you walk away?How many...
by ~Hermia-Sylvan
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Still BeatingI can feel it still beating Still beating in my hand The heartStill Beating
That you ripped out of me Pumping ghost blood Around a ghost body And with it goes The warmth of my flesh And I stand Like an icy tableau And the pain of being apart From my torn bleeding heart The fire of pain Sole consolation And now I watch My lifeblood Spill out of my rent chest My vision grows dim My body cold And at last Once more I may rest
by ~Hermia-Sylvan
What Shall Never BeIt haunts me Like the memory Of a ghost wind In my hair I feel it brush over My closed lashes And when I open My eyes I see all is still But I feel it I feel the wind Kiss my cheek Surer than the heart beating In my yet living body I feel the wind Billow out my clothes But I look down to see Clothes hung from a lifeless frame The wind fills My cupped hands Like water to slake A hammering thirst It plagues me And hurts me And fills me With thoughts Of what could have been And what wasWhat Shall Never Be
by ~Hermia-Sylvan
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A Beautiful DisasterI walk slowly,A Beautiful Disaster
The route I always take Something is different I follow a trail of white dove feathers A beautiful path Fluffy white feathers of peace floating by A faint smell of petrol in the air The sun is bright and the wind is calm The feathers of peace lead me This bird was not of peace A fallen angel That fell into a moving vehicles windscreen The vehicle swerved and hit the family car The family car was, carrying a mother and two children Two people lay dead. The bird of peace/fallen angel lay squashed Feathers floating, painting a picture.
by ~lisarose
The Dance FloorIt's all downhill from here,The Dance Floor
blindly dancing on skyscraper rooftops. Tonight, I will fall further than I have ever fallen before. With eyes on the glass and no face staring back, you see your reflection but I am transparent, invisible. No, you don't actually see me. Those are just memories. Clinging to the back of your beautiful eyes. I never meant to hurt you like this.
by ~likeabadstar
AgainYou broke my heart again You made me sick again You made me feel alone again All because you canAgain
I hate you again I miss you again I want to cry again All because I loved you
I'm wondering why again I'm hating myself again I'm hurting myself again All because you made me
I'm sitting here screaming inside Wondering what the fuck Back and forth back and forth Pick a damn direction
Break my heart again Leave again Come back again Love me again
I hate you for making me feel this way I do
by ~lockedinside
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- Interests: Reading, dancing, drama
- Favourite movie: Bend It Like Beckham, Breakfast at Tiffany's
- Favourite band or musician: RHCP, the Finn brothers, Ben Lee
- Favourite genre of music: Anything with good lyrics
- Favourite artist: Frank Dicksee, Frank Cowper Cadogan, J.M. Waterhouse
- Favourite poet or writer: Shakespeare (really knew his stuff), Lewis Carrol, Isobelle Carmody
- Shell of choice: Guylian??
- Favourite game: Cluedo, and Mario Kart, can't go past non-violence, non-sport family fun
- Tools of the Trade: Scraps of paper and whatever writes
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...+I can't cry all the time...cus it shouldn't hurt
welllll you aaaaareeeee goody goody
im going to watch you nowww....
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Fuck the fashion show.
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Sand is overated. It's just tiny, little rocks.
- Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind
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"the mass of men lead lives of quiet desperation. [...] But it it is a characteristic of wisdom not to do desperate things." - Henry David Thoreau
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"the mass of men lead lives of quiet desperation. [...] But it it is a characteristic of wisdom not to do desperate things." - Henry David Thoreau
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Lost in my dreams, a whole world of my own.
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"Dance like it hurts; love like you need the money; work when people are watching."
Camera Whoring is just what I do
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"I Don't have time for dreaming because I have to work hard to make my dreams come true."- Ville Valo
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