ReminiscingI. Tipped sideways on a crooked shelf, Buried under layers of dust and trapped under a cork plugReminiscing
A sullied label reading "False Hope" encompasses the sides Glass turned brown with age
A broken vessel, once used to satisfy your thirst for affection,
But quickly thrown aside once sucked dry
Broken on the ground Just a memory in a bottle that escaped through the cracks
II. Billions of stars dot the sky,
Each one reflected in your eyes.
Those beautifully delicate, devious eyes.
Your cold touch caresses soft skin Affectio
SoML: Chapter 2 - GrowthI pray for an ounce of truth toSoML: Chapter 2 - Growth
Emerge from this fog and bring forth light, Just so I have something to guide me under the shroud of desperation and confusion.
You ripped out all of the nails that held me together and shook my foundation until it crumbled. You beat me until all the sense I had was gone. If eyes are windows to the soul, assume my panes are shattered and
the frames are dirty, like my now-tainted view of everything good. See this cold, d
SoML: Chapter 1 - FearPulse racing I remember the sound of my heart rise in my ears and Let it drown out the sound of my feet as I ran.SoML: Chapter 1 - Fear
Ran from the world, From the pain, And hid.
Body trembling, Eyes darting, unable to find their mark Adrenaline pumping through my veins
Breathe in. Breathe out.
Can you feel it?
Inhale the heavy atmosphere. Don't scream. Close your eyes, Drown the world in tears.
Chaos gripped me like a corset, Never letting go and squeezing out all hope, Making it impossible to catch breaths stolen
Story of My Life: PrefaceMissing chapters strewn across the floor I am a book, one who tells tales in her mind.Story of My Life: Preface
Pages turn like years. Word by word, my innermost secrets are revealed. I will never know what isn't written,
But what I do know is bound in one volume and contained in one mind. Etched in ink and Engraved on my fragile skin
Come, open me and read.
Some stories are never told Shoved in a bottle and lost at sea
But I, I refuse to sit on a shelf and gather dust
Break my binding Scatter my pages in the wind Set me free And let me
Mm, summer.
Content
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Una canzone può anche non parlar d'amore...
"A song can also not talk about love..."
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Love is the Movement. | Admin for *DailyLitDeviations! | *DailyDeviants | Last Night on Earth
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Some day, it will all still make no sense whatsoever.
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"Time LINE? Time is not made of lines, it is made out of circles. That is why clocks are round!"
-Caboose (Red vs Blue)
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There are no problems, only challenges.
~Press Tilton
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The more I understand women, the more I
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