glass bones and paper skinShe had always been a smidgen shortof something whole and he was neverbroken to begin with.Except sometimes they sort of wereentirely, irreparably, miserably, broken.Where are you going?Where are you going, where I can't follow?And that, she finds for all of her brilliance and prodigal logic,is something she couldn't answer.It sort of scares her, a little,when she thinks about it at night.Especially when there's no one to see her,and the only thing that touches heris the inky darkness of her room.Other things scare her too.The thought of her name sprawled across a grave,broken beyond repair. Yet, he is her line to humanity;His smiles are her air.He is all essence.Yet, he bothers her in a way she didn't knowshe could be bothered. They were oil and water;open but couldn't fit.She wonders if that's how he felt about it.He still is everything, prodding at her mind.He will always be everything.Because he reminds her.He reminds her of who she was before she was
Your parents are artistsI've been looking for the best artist in the world, someone to help me express what you make me feel...But my life goes like always, you know, covered of darkness and without going through something to break the monotony.The sky color reminds me of her eyes, her deep sad eyes, her long and sensuous fingers, her warm tongue of exquisite flavor, her tenderness masquerading as loneliness and melancholy...It becomes a great joy when falling on your psychotic world, when sink into your hugs and kisses, it becomes an immense joy.In this way, loneliness, despair and hate lead you to madness.A man devastated by the tragedy, that feels empty inside, disbelieved and immune to pain.The hate blurs the feelings, annihilates the reasoning...I sigh deeply, because I also I become a victim of your beautiful curse.And in the sweet mornings of the world, your gaze is lost on the path that leads to my death.That is why I walk with my head down, because that beauty is compared with you, and becau
Skies over San AngeloThere is something about youI've never been able to capture in word or form;an alluring resonance in the sadnesshidden behind your piercing blue eyes,some immeasurable substancecaught in the dulcimer tune of your voice,that tugs on my heartstringslike a sea-eyed starlet pruning her melody from a harp:A white velvet hurricane in a black satin dresswith hammers for hands and a stained glass smile,the kind of beauty the moonlight clings toand follows around at night;Calypso's golden daughter-a silver dagger in place of her tongueand a smile pieced together from a leftover sunrise;A sidewalk flower with the might of an oakthe tender heart of a lamb,and all the bewildering mystery of Minerva..The kind of Woman you see standing next to the oceanand wonder which of them is more vast.You once kissed me on my templeand five years later I still swoon at the thought-lost in the memory of silken tendrils of hairtickling the skin of my cheek,and the sweet smelling breeze you
Jeff The Killer x Bullied! Chubby! Reader!(All in Jeffery's POVJeff: DONT CALL ME THAT!!)Well they encourage your complete cooperationSend you roses when they think you need to smileI can't control myself because I don't know howAnd they love me for it honestly I'll be here for a while I was sitting in the tree close to (Y/N) window. I was only cheeking on her to see if anyone else was bulling her lately, and by what i can see she's crying. I silently make my way into her room, without her noticing of course. I hear her mumbling something but i cant quite hear her ill have to get closer. I slid along the walls making my way to the bed where she is sitting, when i believe i am close enough i drop to the floor and slip myself under her bed. i listen carefully to what she is saying."Maybe a should go die?.... No, i wouldn't be able to do something like that."I sigh in relief. Shes silent for a bit. Until i start to her little sniffles. That soon break down into complete sobs.
You.You were Novocaininjected straightto my veins,but what was leftwhen youwore off?only pain.
You were a mistakeYou were vodkadisguisedas water;too muchto my lips,and Ibecame sick.