Lost and Found.One boy.Lost and Found.
One girl.
One fall day.
They met.
She obsessed and never spoke to him again.
She wondered what he thought.
She found him again.
They talked.
And so the story continues.
Secret SharerI can see it all so cleary. The reason to be is so wrong. Is there anyway for me to stop my lie?Secret Sharer
Thinking long and hard ive determined my only way out. Ill have to tell you the truth or say goodbye.
I decided they'd both hurt so ill continue to lie to my dieing day.
Are you ready for the truth?
Wallowing With Rainy.One to mince words silently; Is there a reason to change for another? Anyone I feel objected to can Leave with an overt lover. Nothing too hasty can make but her mother As one to say that a price to pay Is inside of the wall of a man. Was something the matter with the day? Did something occur that ostensibly fogged your glasses? Or is someone staking your heart with tethers? There was another who came into my life richly But did not see the feelings towards lasses. A blockage in the burning of the hearth Is addressed with distinction, desolate and dearth.Wallowing With Rainy.
Destitute Honey.The sweater that she wears; A bright red. It scares you to institutionalization. You foresaw the despair that she caused As she wove a scarf that told of your pain.Destitute Honey.
The black ink on your hands runs slowly And you cry for such melancholy. Everyone is watching as, in the middle of the floor You are being left askewn. He never understood, and she thought she knew... They do not know like I do.
You must not avoid this; You must go and experience this As everything helps us to grow. It forces us to feed our ranting, raving crows The fodder of ro
L-I-F-E LIFEIt is like a splash of colours, On the canvas of expression, It is like the inkblot, That no one can see, Or that one, big word, Unto which no one can define, It is the sensation of everything, All collasping into one catergory: emotions, Its watching the clouds go by, Each shape inspiring the other, It is dancing through the rain, Getting soaked to the bone, Perhaps its waking up early, Then watching the sunrise, Can we measure it in cups of coffee?, Yes. We can measureL-I-F-E LIFE
Love-Starved Diva.If I ever bothered to look out my window, I would then see a frightening complex of photon particles That they-whom-study would call sunlight. I do not usually try to fake it. If I am feeling down, then you probably just downsized me. It is sickening to hear that I have to do things That bollix the will of the feelings inside of me. I do not want to have to leave him. I want him by my side, comforting me; When the subject of whom my tears are for Is someone who does not see clearly. Do you ever feel malaised to muster up courage? WheLove-Starved Diva.
Emptiness
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