How I long to be back in my sweet haven,
Covered in blankets,
Replenished with water and the works,
Right now.
But.
I am not always so lucky to have one
For I am not your regular kid
Who always is lucky to have everything
For...
I am not a kid
I am not a person with a home
I am...
An infamous vagabond
Known for many cases of murder
And everything that I consider to be
My hobby.
I love being a bad vagabond.
Being bad's how I live.
So live with it.
یا get killed.
This.
Very.
Instant.
Covered in blankets,
Replenished with water and the works,
Right now.
But.
I am not always so lucky to have one
For I am not your regular kid
Who always is lucky to have everything
For...
I am not a kid
I am not a person with a home
I am...
An infamous vagabond
Known for many cases of murder
And everything that I consider to be
My hobby.
I love being a bad vagabond.
Being bad's how I live.
So live with it.
یا get killed.
This.
Very.
Instant.
When آپ think آپ think your in love. Its just a trick. When آپ feel like your falling آپ are. Your fallin down and down intill آپ fall on spikes. The spikes peirce every part of your body but most of all they hit your heart. Thats why آپ fell like your bleeding from the inside to the outside. Thats why it hurts so badly.
Love can be a trick. But sometime it can be real. It takes a long time to see if it is. During that time your in danger of falling on spikes. BUt if it is real, then, when آپ fall, your falling into a heaven on earth. When آپ fall with the one your supposed to be with then your arent in danger with the spikes anymore.
Tell me what this artical makes آپ feel. If آپ think Im right, یا if im wrong, im curios to what آپ think. Thankyou!
Love can be a trick. But sometime it can be real. It takes a long time to see if it is. During that time your in danger of falling on spikes. BUt if it is real, then, when آپ fall, your falling into a heaven on earth. When آپ fall with the one your supposed to be with then your arent in danger with the spikes anymore.
Tell me what this artical makes آپ feel. If آپ think Im right, یا if im wrong, im curios to what آپ think. Thankyou!
How did this happen, nothings write like a plane not taking flight? It’s wrong like a song with no end. یا a paper but no pen. Were this is coming from I cannot explain. Maybe its ur pointless silly games. Like in hide and go seek am I not aloud to peek. آپ were wrong and so was I. Are arguments are now in the sky. There done. No redo's یا undo's to bring it back. There finished almost deminished.But آپ bring them back. Back again to haunt me. To taunt me into your little game. But it wont work. آپ wont get me. Not this time.Cuz my life Is mine.