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TonightI don’t have any obligations tonightTonight
for the first time in a while I can just be me. times are changing and I don’t know where I stand.
I can hear it calling,
beckoning to come a little closer wraps its sound around inside my head
its growing stronger every minute
and I don’t know how long I can just stay here.
I can hear the rain fall down on my window. calling me to come and play. dancin’ in the street,
close my eyes and feel the rhythm call me home.
eve
by ~RellaRose379
Where She GoesHere’s a story about a girl. Here’s her memory on the floor. There are her pictures on the shelf. And where is she now? Who really knows?Where She Goes
I promise: I tried, I fought Thought she would be
ok Didn’t realize where she was going She lied, She left She’s gone no questions asked from her.
I used to wonder What happened to that girl? Thought she’d at least tell ne the truth. There was just silence And where am I now? I am here singing her song.
by ~RellaRose379
Inconvenient FactsThe forbidden thoughts would come in waves. Rush in, surround,Inconvenient Facts
sweep off.
She has no one to tell,
made a pit stop in Hell,
and now she is alone.
Life becomes too much,
and she’s in a rush,
too many problems and not enough time.
“Just dip in the water,
take a deep breath,
keep your head down. Soon it will subside.”
“With a simple choice it could all change. Leave your problems behind; For them to deal with.”
And she is trusted too much, and not at all, yet at
by ~RellaRose379
What do you do?What do you do when you’re in love with the boy you simply can’t have?What do you do?
How can you possibly want him back after what he did?
Why is it,
that everything about him is still as charming and wonderful as it was when you first met?
When will the butterflies fly away and leave you
with the loneliness that seems so welcoming
right now?
How long has it been, since you last saw his face?
How long can you wait, till you’re out of the race?
by ~RellaRose379
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My Glass SlipperThe rain fell down. Spattering the ground, the buildings, and my feet. Converse soaked by muddy water.My Glass Slipper
Carried away by tight jean people. Across clogged streets and wet pavement. You were simply lost to the crowd.
My hair dripped as your name was released from my lips. Worrying like I so often did. Over you, a guy just barely met.
Your hood was spotted amongst the downpour. As we came closer to each other, the wind began to blow. Like a hand gently pushing us.
Right outside the comfort of warm four walls, I asked you a question. It
by ~consolingWanderer
Caught the truthCaressing words ring softly. Conversely, as opposites do, act so harshly that my hair billows back in a great gust of selfish prevarication. (Warm and powerful) Subject to one thing; it's only weakness. Susceptible only becauseCaught the truth
people forget, often, lies they create out of thin air. When believed they gust. Stiffen and become stagnant in discovery of actuality. If I could kiss your lies and not you, I think it might be a tad bit more appropriate. It's kind of cheating when our lips meet because it's with the falsities
by ~Twistedlips
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- Interests: Writing, reading, singing, dancign, eating, sleeping...
- Favourite movie: Rent
- Favourite band or musician: Kelly Clarkson and Taylor Swift
- Favourite genre of music: anything with good lyrics
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"...after all, you can't come to the shore with just anybody and you can't come by yourself, and at this teen-age period in life the proper person is your best pal...which is what you are."
Keep writing!
I must say though, It would be nice if you could roll out something with a specific setting or context, because now that I know that you excel at emotional metaphorical (sort of) pieces, I want to see what narrative-based ones would sound like [link]
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"...after all, you can't come to the shore with just anybody and you can't come by yourself, and at this teen-age period in life the proper person is your best pal...which is what you are."
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SKANDER KEYNES FAN GIRL AND PROUD
I BELONG TO HANNAH MONTANA --> [link]
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"...after all, you can't come to the shore with just anybody and you can't come by yourself, and at this teen-age period in life the proper person is your best pal...which is what you are."
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"Time passes. Even when it seems impossible. Even when each tick of the second hand aches like the pulse of blood behind a bruise. It passes unevenly in strange lurches and dragging lulls, but pass it does. Even for me." - New Moon
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