

PeterFading doubts upon your lips, as I trace your back with my fingertips. For that moment I cannot remember pain,Peter
Blue eyes are the sky after a violent rain.
I've been deprived of hope for the longest year, But now it feels so nice to be held so dear. Perhaps leaps of faith are at times worth it all, With your promise to catch me if I should happen to fall.
I cannot describe with words your delicate embrace, the way I was caught upon my own fall from grace. And though at times I cannot forget my past, I've taken this leap now to be happy at last.


BenightedHe was different, much different than anyone I had ever met. It frightened me, but excited me all the same. I couldnt find a single word to describe him, nor would I want to limit him to a word alone. For he was so much more than any one word could say, or any phrase or grouping of words, for that matter. But even so, his eyes spoke to me in a way that could never be understood, or recorded into written word. They were sinister, but lovely. So cold and black, but so welcoming and even more thrilling. His face was beautiful, and his features almost perfect. I sometimes think of him as a statue that was given a soul. But alas, he was moreBenighted


Dearest ____.Heartbreak is not much of an expression, It is the pure cause of my depression. This heartache yeilds my physical pain, as I crave your voice to keep me sane.Dearest ____.
I wish for your arms to wrap around me, as I resent the way this has to be. I miss the deep black i'd see in your eyes, the sadness inside brings upon my demise. I remember the way you walked by my side, and the way you would listen as I broke down and cried. Those days that I needed you are the days you were there, when I sobbed on your shoulder and dampened your hair. I want nothing more than to keep you forever,


AprilHow can I ever compare even the clearest blue crystals to the purest black diamonds?April
The cold winter to the serene, the most sensual midnight in the summer.
The melancholy Autumn to the most incredible Spring.
The most beautiful pain to the sweetest hope that I brought back to life in an endless circle of unrequited love.
But where does it end? And at what expense?
A year of sorrow, and the wisdom of two sides of a war.
And now the battle has been fought and lost.
Unsure of where to turn at this point, the circle continues.
On and on.
And the more I try to move away, the more afra
| I'm Felicia. Most of my friends call me Mopey. I'm 16. I'm not the greatest writer. But hey, I enjoy it, and I like to have a place to post it and stuff. So yeah, whatever man. |
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