The Naughty KindSo your little friend has been bad,The Naughty Kind
Been playing around with the naughty kind,
And what can you do to stop it,
Stop your little friend from playing around,
With the naughty kind?
Powerless to prevent this greatest betrayal,
You can't stop your little friend,
Because it's not so rosy in your world anymore,
Not since your little friend played around, With the dirty naughty kind,
So do you want to play around too?
Let yourself go, Let yourself go,
Enjoy the taste of being rebellious and wrong,
Enjoy the sound of doing something stupid,
Be
An Angelic DancerShe always loved to dance,An Angelic Dancer
To fly through the air like an angelic force,
Pure and naked of all human touch,
Her wings invisible to all but herself,
The feathers and bone fashioned from her thoughts,
A gift from Mother Earth evoked by innocence.
She always loved to dance,
To fly through the air like an angelic force,
But she was caged and displayed,
Until she could no longer take flight,
For prying eyes had taken the thoughts that feathered her,
And tore and twisted them,
Until her innocence was devoid of existence.
She always loved to danc
GraceWhen you looked at me what did you see? A lover, a friend or a figure of glass,Grace
Transparent to your azure eyes,
Imperfect and unsuitable for your sight.
When you looked at me what did you see?
I just can't remember the last time we spoke,
The last time I saw the real you,
Because this shallow self obssessed cloak has hidden you,
My gaze has been averted by the raiment of sin you wear.
It seems that angels do fall first,
And it seems that their fall is the furthest,
For you have fallen to the darkest depths of a tortured soul, Drowning and decaying i
EyesWinking green eyes,Eyes
Peeping round the corner, Fleeting glimpses of the pursuer, Footloose across the floor,
Never ending chase, Foothold of seduction,
Fingers trace patterns upon the skin,
Natural tattoos formed by burning lust,
Scars of sin cut into a soul, By a drugged up junkie longing for heat, Clean faced and clean shaven, His addiction isn’t a narcotic,
But the flesh of the nymph, That constantly evades he.
Searching blue eyes,
Flicking round each corner, Grasping glances of his quarry,
Closer and closer he comes,
Wrote some more
Angsty
how've u been?
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I never believed you enough to trust you..
I never trusted you enough to love you..
and now that no longer have you..
i believe you.. and now that i trust you..
i love you..
[[Because he never even existed.. </3]]
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"5 Years, Or Shotgun"
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~ Won't you die tonight for love? ~
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~x~ so hurt, im still crying, after you threw me back, into the pit of my fears ~x~
your tagged
now go read my journal and find out why XD
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like a butterfly caught in the palm of a hand flying is impossible
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