Gentle EdgesDarling..be gentle with my edges,they may be sharp and rough,but they are a big part of methat made me strong when I was weak.
HumanDying sun and the birth of the moon.Foxes playing in the snow and ancient memories.Receiving presents and getting drunk in the daylight.Useless criticism and sad songs.White weddings and pale funerals.Kind words and happy endings.Heartbreak, success, failure, death and happiness.A good book and life in general.Simple things like that can make you cry.And that's okay.You're not made of stone and iron,you're not a cold, heartless machine...You're just human.And that's more than okay.
I Ship UsI can not measure our lovein words, but in how tightwe hug when we finallysee each other again. Thereis starshine in your smileand I could swear that youare Aurora, wreathed inbeauty, but with less sleepingand more ass-kicking.You are kind and selfless,a true paragon of loveand a goddess of all thingsgood. where most have blood,you have eternal love.all the light in the worldis simply not enoughto express the lightyour friendship andlove bring to me.Passion and excitementexude from everythingthat you do and you pouryour heart into; everything youmake, everything you touch.When we first met, there wasn'ta doubt in my mind that Ihad found one of my soulmates,someone who could laughover puns and obsess overpokemon, someone who wouldn'tjudge me on anything I'd done.A kind soul that is therefor all to see. One that hasbeen scarred and one Iwish to protect. Everythingyou do becomes bettersimply by your being there.You are the reason I believein friends b
Just A GirlShe just a broken girl thatpours her secrets into the nightin the form of melodies andthe fire that burns so bright.She's just a naive girl thatwrites random heartbreaking art andtries to keep her heart fromfalling apart.She's just a girl thattries so hard to survive in the worldfilled with two-faced people andendless inner wars that keep on burning..
Disappearing Piece By PieceClosed doors.Locked doors.Memories in scars.Tears that fall unheeded,and wishes from afar.Disappear, oh Disappear.Voices in my head,I cannot entertain you.I cannot end up dead.You know that I won't stay forever,so you up the Pain.I still don't understand you,though I know what you seek to gain.You cannot have my body,it's under my control...and though you whittle away the pieces,and I'm no longer whole...I'm stronger than you think me,stronger than I know.I hurt!I hurt!Damn you Shadows!I do not want to go!I want to stay,I want to see!Please, oh please...just no!
Ocean's TouchThere is this strange comfortof being weightless in the sea.Just floating there alone and undisturbed,with your eyes closed and your mind at ease.The smell of the ocean grounds you and relaxes youwhile the gentle waves stroke your sensitive skin.You feel safe and the options and life choicesno longer torture your brain.You feel free, calm and sanefor that little period of time when nothing matters,the pressure is gone and everything is fine.The ocean's touch lingers on your exposed skin,not like a lover, but a healer.
speak up before it's too lateit saddens me deeplyhow the differencebetween making your lifeand taking your lifeis a single letterremember the importanceof words-speak up before it's too late
Dazzling ParagraphsI can feel the thunder in my mind and icy rivers in my veins.The soft wind in my hair and the ocean's breath in my lungs.I can still feel your burning touch in the cold, gentle rain.And your hands, I can feel them everywhere and that makes me shiver.I can feel the stars shake when you look at me in the dark moonlight.I can feel those dazzling paragraphs that you write with your lips on my neck.I can still taste that scandal that you call a kiss.I write for you and my words are sparking madness in my heart and my soul.I write about you because I know that at one time we had it all and that gives me hope.
I am a writer.And I don't even careif the world hears my story.All I want to dois put my ink to paperand stain the white with all the thingsyou said to meand watch the paper blackenuntil you can't see the lines,because I am a writer.And I always carry my penso I can stain the world with my storiesthe way you stained me.I'll see you in the pages.