

Like an angelHer voice like an angel, Calls me from my sleep, Freezing my heart, But tempting me, sweet, The temptation it grows, Leading me to the place, Where the wild roses grow, Showing me beauty, No words can describe, The blood red colour, Of our love, Shines through the clouds, Up above, The rays of the sun, Warm our stone cold heart, Taking the place, Of these beauty less scars.Like an angel


Valentine Pt.2 "bittersweet"Chapter 1 BITTERSWEETValentine Pt.2 "bittersweet"
I lie back in my bed, I hear the soft gentile hum of the TV in the next room, my father is watching the football, the Boston red sox Vs. Los Angeles chargers: with the score 24-16 and 8 seconds left on the clock, with the red sox in possession of the ball! How I longed too be out there watching the game with him, but he says it is a violent sport and is on past my bedtime! But he always has it loud enough for me too hear in my room, I sometimes wonder if he wants me out there with him watching the game, cheering on the winning team (we arent supporters we just like the th


Valentine Pt.1As I sit with my back too the world, staring out into the untouched void, I hear a voice calling me, beckoning me, calling me too come over too the white side, too escape this harsh reality .Valentine Pt.1
I wake too the sound of my step father drinking again, thats all this worthless prick does; drinks and beats my mother, I wish too escape this white trash trailer park, too see the world, too escape to the white place I see in my dreams.
I awake too the sounds of my mother sobbing, I cant hear my step father so I venture from my room, the place is a mess, there is food, and assort brick-brake strewn
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Call it what you want
Call it just a game
Call it insane
All of these voices...
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Call it what you want
Call it just a game
Call it insane
All of these voices...
~~~~♥
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Call it what you want
Call it just a game
Call it insane
All of these voices...
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