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Mood SwingMy Darling October
The shackles of death chained me down like 50 tones of heavy weights, pulling me back to Earth, back to reality where still, your face haunts me like a nightmare that never goes away, a visage that is forever trapped in the dark realms of my head, slowly sucking away at my sanity with a straw of evil, yet at times I wonder to myself; what has made you like this, to leave me drowning in my sorrows, fear, hate, sadness, things that will intoxicate me, shattering my confidence and will to live as you walked on without me, to leave my care and comfort, the welcoming home that I made for you long ago with my heart and soul, for you, you alone, and slowly arising from the depths of my heart is anger, thoughts that never occurred to me are being thought of, because your IQ is lower than a mole rats, which should be mocked at in public by the squinty eyes of a million citizens, whos only wish is for peace in the world, but cannot happen because of your fee
The Time We Shared TogetherMy Darling - April
Oh how nice you are, as you gently leaned towards me,
touching my cheeks with your lips who's feeling to me is like the fluttering of a thousand angels, hovering,
soothing me into a deep slumber in which I can never be awaken from..
I lifted my shirt seductively,
as you reached up to grab my tender breasts,
rubbing its soft mounds with delicate care.
Our lips touched, as we are locked into an endless moment of passion,
never wanting to let go, surrounded by the comfort of each other's love, forever in our own paradise.
Your warm hands wrapped around mine,
As I gently held back,
Never wanting to let go,
The time we shared together.
Mercy of God you do not deserve,
As the boils on your skin explode with my hatred.
Dominance of anger enraged me knowing of your feeble existence,
As the black waters of death washed over you.
Your corrupted mind is nothing but pure darkness,
That deserves to be slain by a blade of cold steel.
Your betrayal slices through the capillaries of my heart,
Making me unable to fend for myself.
Your demonic smile fails to deceive my eyes,
The essence of your soul reeks in the nose of those knowing the truth.
At this moment... only I know of your true ego,
Reveal its foul mask and rays of truth will burn your heart into an ash that no one can see.
Your ignorance to my wishes,
Leaves me bleeding over the ground in which you tainted.
My jagged sword slowly cuts the walls of your soul,
Leaving no hope for recovery.
Your cunningness like a snake cannot escape through my sharp eyes of an eagle,
Not ever standing a chance for survival.
This world does not accept you here,
This world doe
My DarlingMy Darling - August (Pseudo-name)
Your eyes...they glimmer with mystery shining a path of light, guiding me through darkness.
Your clear visage...melts the ice capped mountains of my heart!!
Your beauty...turns Medusa into stone.
Your hair...tumbles like a black cascading waterfall.
Your clear voice...echoes through the valleys of my dreams.
Your skin...smooth as silk spins a web of joy around me.
Your touch...removes the dam inside me, allowing a gentle river to flow...washing away my sorrows.
Your love envelops me like an evelope.
And your hands...Delicate, yet soft, as they enclosed around mines.
Ah, that is you...
Blood BrothersBrookie always holds my hand when we cross the street. She's never given a reason for it, she just does it. It's become this unspoken rule with us that whenever we cross the street together, she slips her hand in mine and I lace my fingers through hers and we walk hand-in-hand until we reach the other side and she drops her hand and we both wipe our palms on our jeans. Brookie's a little scared of crossing the street. Her poppa died in a car crash when we were six. He was a pedestrian. She's never gotten over it.
Brookie is my best friend going on sixteen years now, which is pretty impressive considering we're both sixteen. We don't have some cute little story about how we were born in the same hospital on the same day or about how our mothers were best friends long before they were pregnant with us and somehow passed on that bond while we were still in utero. No, Brookie and I met the same way ever
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