A Dozen Dying Red Roses. by Blondie8491, literature
Literature
A Dozen Dying Red Roses.
A love lost, another on found,
I'm 1000ft up, just wait till i hit ground
your touch, your smile, now memories
your body, your kiss, won't let me be
I've broken your heart, along with mine
but baby you'll see, It'll make sense in time
I was never yours, cant you see?
The roses have died, and so have we.
Tales Of The Stay At Home Mom by Blondie8491, literature
Literature
Tales Of The Stay At Home Mom
The accident left everyone wondering what was to happen to the three kids they left behind. Sally, the oldest, had just turned fourteen and could not raise her little brother and sister alone. Max, Sally's little brother, was mentally handicaped and needed assistance twenty-four hours a day, this would make it hard for the three of them to find a house together, not many adults wanted that responsibility. The youngest, Julie, was only two-and-a-half and cried most of the time out of pure distress of her parents absence. Sally sat up most nights wondering what the hell made this happen; her parents always seemed to be happy to her...
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San
Why he's much better off,
without you
Instead of one girl
he probobly has two!
Yes, one wasn't fun,
and two's kind of dull,
but three, oh three!
now that's quite a hull!
But why stop there?
now that your single and free
lets add two more
to that little three.
Five isn't too many
and I bet you could have more
but I thought I loved you,
you little whore
The blood that lines the mask I wear is truly just my tears
The scars that lay upon your arm are truly just your fears
My stomach begins to flutter at your touch
Im scared that I need you too much
Dont hold me, dont touch me, I dont need you, no way
You feed from my insecurities, you use them as play
I want you, I need you, just touch me, hold me
I stare into your eyes looking for something I know I cant see
What was the truth is now lies, I believed you
I suffer pain and stay silent, Ill never leave you
Im just so sorry, you dont know yet, but you were deceived
Take Your Time, Sweetheart. by Blondie8491, literature
Literature
Take Your Time, Sweetheart.
There's a hole in my chest
and I've forgotten how to breathe,
Hold on! I need you!
you can't just leave.
So I stare at the ceiling,
wondering when it's going to break
I'd like to think you'd get help,
but I know your such a fake.
So I lay here bleeding for you,
and possibly dying.
While your drowning in self-pity,
and I'm out of tears for crying.
My chest constricts,
and everything goes black
I lay there motionless, lifeless
when finally you come back.
Take Your Time, Sweetheart. by Blondie8491, literature
Literature
Take Your Time, Sweetheart.
There's a hole in my chest
and I've forgotten how to breathe,
Hold on! I need you!
you can't just leave.
So I stare at the ceiling,
wondering when it's going to break
I'd like to think you'd get help,
but I know your such a fake.
So I lay here bleeding for you,
and possibly dying.
While your drowning in self-pity,
and I'm out of tears for crying.
My chest constricts,
and everything goes black
I lay there motionless, lifeless
when finally you come back.
The blood that lines the mask I wear is truly just my tears
The scars that lay upon your arm are truly just your fears
My stomach begins to flutter at your touch
Im scared that I need you too much
Dont hold me, dont touch me, I dont need you, no way
You feed from my insecurities, you use them as play
I want you, I need you, just touch me, hold me
I stare into your eyes looking for something I know I cant see
What was the truth is now lies, I believed you
I suffer pain and stay silent, Ill never leave you
Im just so sorry, you dont know yet, but you were deceived
Why he's much better off,
without you
Instead of one girl
he probobly has two!
Yes, one wasn't fun,
and two's kind of dull,
but three, oh three!
now that's quite a hull!
But why stop there?
now that your single and free
lets add two more
to that little three.
Five isn't too many
and I bet you could have more
but I thought I loved you,
you little whore
Tales Of The Stay At Home Mom by Blondie8491, literature
Literature
Tales Of The Stay At Home Mom
The accident left everyone wondering what was to happen to the three kids they left behind. Sally, the oldest, had just turned fourteen and could not raise her little brother and sister alone. Max, Sally's little brother, was mentally handicaped and needed assistance twenty-four hours a day, this would make it hard for the three of them to find a house together, not many adults wanted that responsibility. The youngest, Julie, was only two-and-a-half and cried most of the time out of pure distress of her parents absence. Sally sat up most nights wondering what the hell made this happen; her parents always seemed to be happy to her...
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San