Would it be wrongWould it be wrong if I asked you to stay Please, I don\'t want to be alone tonight We could stay up late and on my roof lay Watch the sun fall and the stars burning bright We could fall asleep in each other arms Swim together through an ocean of dreams Where I wouldn\'t be so far from your charms Or just a walking ghost, in which it seems If I could only tell you how I feel But I know nothing good would come from it So why do I wait making myself ill When it won\'t matter, not even a bit Maybe it\'s just your paralyzing eyes And how you make all my fears seem to dieWould it be wrong
One in the MorningIt's one in the morning And I'm at your house again, Stepping quietly over fallen leaves To have you greet me at your doorOne in the Morning
With a beautiful smile And glowing eyes. What am I doing here? I should have never stopped by. You say you're in love And that we're only friends, But the look on your face,
And the touch of your hand,
Say we could be so much more. Three empty seats And I end up in the one next to you. Lights out, Movie playing, Shaky hands Running over smooth legs. And I know all about Those things we cannot speak. &
A Lovely NightWe stand alone, As sheets of rainA Lovely Night
Chill my skin And burn my eyes. The grass is tall and overgrown
And reaches the place just below my knees, While the moon hides behind layers of clouds Making even the darkest of nights Seem like mid afternoon. As the headlights of a passing car Illuminate the night sky, For a brief moment, In that strange light, I could swear I was looking at an angel. She rests her head on my shoulder And breaths lightly on my neck, Letting the silence Do the talking for her. As she looks up at me, Green eyes
Things ChangeThe memories of happy days gone by Have long since faded. The innocents of a child’s mind Is now replaced by one of experience. Things have changed. Devoted friends from a forgotten childhood Have disappeared from existence. New ones now fill the holesThings Change
Created when they disappeared. Things have changed. You’re still not happy And never will be. Everything is lost
And the meaning cannot be found. So once again things change. You’re gone. Your friends never shed a tear. The world keeps spinning. Time never skips a second. Maybe th
Walk Onhis head hung low carrying the weight of the words a boulder of raw emotions. unaccustomed and ill-prepared he struggles to lift himself up, to rise up from the dirt and present himself to the critics. his face set with anger, his knuckles white with stress, he moved on. silently. quietly shouldering the load, buring the tearsWalk On
with grim determination. he pulled himself along, one foot blindly leading the other. the path, untread and unnerving. the end was not in sight, but he knew that he must go on, struggling with the darkness,
goodnight sweetheartIt's raining.goodnight sweetheart
It always seems to rain on days like these. But that won't stop him. No, in fact, he enjoys the rain. It is cold and unforgiving, a physical manifestation of the life he lives. It converted day into a cheap imitation of the darkness he normally played in. And it scared people. Something about society and rain, like they don't want to get touched by it or it will eat through their skin like acid. So they stayed away, run back to their warm safe happiness. And that's when he gets to come out, to abandon his run down apartment and wander the world alone, the way it should
first kiss
in life and death
no its the song
Skyline drive by Mae
Check it out
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Mary
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Mary
What you know you can't explain, but you feel it. You've felt it your entire deviant life, that there's something wrong with the story. You don't know what it is, but it's there, like a splinter in your mind, driving you mad.
You take the blue pill, the story ends. Your browser closes and you believe whatever you want to believe. You take the red pill, you stay in wonderland. And, I show you how deep the rabbit hole goes.
I offer only the truth, nothing more.
Take: The Red Pill
Take: The Blue Pill
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The Angry Deviant
Random Deviant
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You write such pretty words
But life's no story book
Love is an excuse to get hurt
And to hurt
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In a world of despair, our lives will end. Some without warning, while others die by design.
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Mary
btw i really like your screen name.
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Mary
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