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Be silent
And feel my words
Run across your skin
Like lips across your chest
Listen to me now
Feel my pain
Screams can be silent
If you ignore the protests
A heart bleeds blood
The gun does too
Making a wound
All the more prominent
I'll burn the sage
Who needs advice?
From a guy who's had
That many girls
Do you know the feeling?
Honesty is best
But is it better
Than a girl on your hips?
So are your feelings deeper
Than your tongue
In that girl's mouth
Because I have doubts
So please, dear
Be silent
I'm healing a heart
Without your lips
And feel my words
Run across your skin
Like lips across your chest
Listen to me now
Feel my pain
Screams can be silent
If you ignore the protests
A heart bleeds blood
The gun does too
Making a wound
All the more prominent
I'll burn the sage
Who needs advice?
From a guy who's had
That many girls
Do you know the feeling?
Honesty is best
But is it better
Than a girl on your hips?
So are your feelings deeper
Than your tongue
In that girl's mouth
Because I have doubts
So please, dear
Be silent
I'm healing a heart
Without your lips
Literature
Fiction Within Reality
When I was little my father took me to a family reunion at my great uncle's house. Honestly, I don't recall him being all that great, but people still refer to him as such, so I must have missed something. There were many people there I didn't know, and probably haven't seen since. They didn't leave much of an impression, so I may have bumped into them later in life and not even realized it.
The thing I do remember was the house itself. Up until that point in my short life, I had never been in a house that large and elaborately decorated. It was very old and had accumulated a wide variety of artwork and antiques in it's history. Appare
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Do you feel the same?
I'm still just so lost
Can't believe my sadness
You shouldn't leave
What can I say?
I never felt this way
Tried to ignore it for months
I can't hide no more
Maybe it's too late?
My blush increases every second
You know I like someone
But you don't know it's you
Maybe it's true?
You make me smile
I talk happily with you
With you I feel safe and happy
Do you feel the same?
Literature
Fear by Definition
What is this? I thought to myself, An aura of intimidation? My grip tightens around my twin half-blades that I have in front of me, reverse weilded. Breath. I empty my thoughts as my face becomes blank, I try to loosen up. Left, right, left, right, under, methodical movements. Just breath. Dodge the swipe, then the spear, move forward as your doing so, up and over. Swap the gun and pull the trigger. She's getting cocky, so I keep the pressure.
Adrenaline racing, I dodge a sweep from her blade, stopping and directing momentum to my feet, bouncing off the ground and lunging past her, a singular blade slicing in motion. I see a spray o
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Contempt? No. Jealously? No. Anger or frustration? Not really. Confusion? A bit. Disgust?
I'll leave that one to you.
This is extremely exaggerated, and I actually really DON'T feel like this, but... it's nice to get it out somehow. Because to a certain extent, no matter how sweet or nice this guy is, you really have to wonder.
I'll leave that one to you.
This is extremely exaggerated, and I actually really DON'T feel like this, but... it's nice to get it out somehow. Because to a certain extent, no matter how sweet or nice this guy is, you really have to wonder.
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