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Random Thoughts."Are you okay?"
"Yeah, I'm fine."
I wish you didn't believe me so easily. I'm dying inside. Anger and darkness is slowly consuming my usually 'good nature'.
I wish you gave me a hug. A hug is the difference between a slit wrist and a half a smile. I guess you didn't know that.
I wish you said you loved me. I always say it first. It means more when you say it to me. It brightens up my day.
I wish that you kissed me goodnight while I was asleep. I wouldn't have known, but I was awake. I cried after you left.
I wish you kept your promise. Just talking to you for an hour on the internet helps me stay sane.
I wish you kept me company. Words don't have to be said. Your presence is all I need. Don't leave me alone.
I wish you stayed. You complete me. Too late now.
Id love to live in a world....I'd love to live in a world where dreams run rampant and passion runs free.
Where those first kisses feel like the planets have aligned just for you and where love is so beautiful it makes you want to cry.
I'd love to live in a world where chickens can cross roads without their motives being challenged, and where pigs can fly their little hearts out.
Where dogs can not only be mans best friend but a woman's too, and where ants can slack off sometimes.
I'd love to live in a world where flowers can bloom when they want, and where animals can choose their own rights.
Where animals, plants and humans can co-exist and where the dark doesn't scare anyone.
I'd love to live in a world where you can scream your fears into the sky and the sky will listen, and where that single shed tear gets noticed.
Where love and peace are noticed and where you don't have to pretend to get accepted by others.
I'd love to live in a world where you can dance in front of a mirror in your underwear and not get lau
Winter WonderlandA tiny flake falls to the ground and lands on the tip of her tongue. The first flake of winter, the first snow of the year. Other flakes follow it's descent down from the sky onto the earth below. They cling to her black hair, white against black. In a few short minutes her hair is intertwined with the cold winter night.
The street she stands on is part of the old city. The houses all but standing mostly just rubble and bricks. Gas lamps erected in the street at regular intervals, once beautiful and lit, now dusty and broken. She could almost imagine how the street used to be beautiful and elegant in the newly fallen snow.
Children would be walking home from school, laughing about the days' events, gossiping about rumours. Parents would be arriving home from work in their carriages their horses tired from the ride home. Footprints would be engraved in the snow from both the horses and people along with wheel tracks from the carriages.
As the sun start
Invisible Ponderings.They never said they were proud,
although she really tried.
They hardly said they loved her,
and it cut up her soul.
They never had enough,
and she suffered everyday.
They inflicted verbal wounds,
she never let it show.
They thought she was fine,
they never had a clue.
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