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Deceive meSugar coat me in all your lies. Wrap me up in your suspicious eyes. Drag me in with your voice. I really don't have any other choice.Deceive me
Follow you in the dark paneled walls, while hearing very faint calls.
We stop at a room and I surrender. Long, pointy, teeth oh so slender. Aiming for my neck, you bite down. It felt like I was going to drown. Pain shot up and down my veins, feeling I was being hit with a million trains.
I scream and fight, but you don't let go. You want your identity to remain down low. Kicking and screaming with all my might, you wouldn't go down without a fight. Feeling drained as


Lost LoveMy eyes scraped over the horizon, seeing the last line of land that my eyes could allow. You didn't show. Emptiness clouded my mind and anxiety twirled deep inside me. I turned slowly and walked through the hilly landscape that streched around me for miles. My hands felt clammy and deserted because you weren't there to hold onto them. I grabbed onto the ends of my sweatshirt to calm the longing need to hold something.Lost Love
My whole being seemed to vibrate with tension and anger. You didn't show. Tears left my eyes in rushing currents. I let them fall to the plush green grass. For miles, I was
Identity

Walking in a frosty midnightDirty snow crunched below my worn out boots as I walked swiftly into the night. The stars were hidden by a dense fog that blanketed every inch of the dark sky. Snowflakes darted this way and that, pelting my face occasionally. The crisp smell of snow ricochet up my nostrils and warmed me with a pleasant glow. Cold infused air bit at my rosy cheeks and the icy wind tangled my hair. It was Christmas Eve and excitement overcame me with unbearable butterflies in my stomach. I smiled to myself as I climbed onto a giant mound of snow and stared out at the quiet town streets. People were tucked away in their toasty warm houses, drinking hot chocolatWalking in a frosty midnight
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