Broken WingsYou have held me up for so long You have tried to make me strongBroken Wings
But maybe I need to let you go
Because my life is back in a flow
Maybe I need to soar away
Because life does not seem so Grey
Maybe I need to let my wings fly
Though I am too shy
Maybe I need relax And not push it to the max
My biggest fear of all
Is that I might fall
That my wings might be broken
And my heart is just your token
I feel that I might cry Though I just want to fly
So step back and watch me soar
I'll ma
Faded MasterpieceLines of faded color make her body a masterpiece Each line and curve shows the absent peaceFaded Masterpiece
Red and fainted white each color another scar She knows she will never be their star
The lines curve side ways She is still looking for a little praise
Tears make red lines too No one knows what she has gotten into
Arms, legs and torso each looks like a maze Her eyes look through a tearful haze
No one looks at her anymore They all just stare at the floor
Each color fading more
Though her body looks like it went through a war &
Little girlI think that I will never see A girl as sadden as sheLittle girl
Her hair in wisps of a platinum hue Her eyes and mood a magnificent blue
Each tear running it's own personal race Each one curving along her face
Her heart has never felt this way As her trembling body begins to sway
Sheets become her tearful tomb The room only filled with gloom
Her only thoughts are of him
Her body not moving a limb
Life for her has just become a play One that goes on each day
She is just a toy
Though she feels more like a whipping
No more goodbyes She could not sleep, her bed becoming more of a tomb as white cotton drowned her as she rolled. The comfy bed she lat on became more like rock than fluff and her pillows became lumpy instead of the usual and distinct softness she loved. She continued to roll and beat her bed and pillows though her eyes ran along the row of neon green numbers. Those that read the time and the date. The neon green number stuck out in the pitch black room, they read 4: 52 and it was stuck on that number for a long time. Or so it seemed to her, though it was less than a minute.No more goodbyes
She was a Senior at her high school,
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It can not rain everyday. There has to be sunshine sometimes. But when it rains, learn to dance in it. Then maybe the rain will not be so bad.
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"Don't trade your life away for lies."
Please check out my gallery! [link] There's plenty of diverse work!
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It can not rain everyday. There has to be sunshine sometimes. But when it rains, learn to dance in it. Then maybe the rain will not be so bad.
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"Music is a thinking noise"
Victor Hugo
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It can not rain everyday. There has to be sunshine sometimes. But when it rains, learn to dance in it. Then maybe the rain will not be so bad.
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"Music is a thinking noise"
Victor Hugo
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I'm a member of ~ZeroKiryuClub
"People may not remember exactly what you did, or what you said, but they will always remember how you made them feel." -Unknown
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It can not rain everyday. There has to be sunshine sometimes. But when it rains, learn to dance in it. Then maybe the rain will not be so bad.
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I'm a member of ~ZeroKiryuClub
"People may not remember exactly what you did, or what you said, but they will always remember how you made them feel." -Unknown
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