He kissed آپ slowly, and the feeling of love drowned your senses. A hug. A kiss. And آپ went further on.
آپ walk home, feeling amazing, beautiful, wonderful and every other feeling of happiness and love. The sky seems full of joy and the blue is blinding. The clouds have mixed shapes and sizes, each much مزید different than the other.
آپ enter your room and sit at the warmest corner in your room and smile at the thoughts of that special someone. Then your eyes blacken out.
Death. Hate. Depression. Bitterness. Sorrow. Murder.
آپ shake your head at the thoughts and push try to push them out. A feeling of emptiness fills your inner soul. آپ grab the چھری under your بستر from when آپ were eating تربوز, واٹرمیلاون and stick it in your back pocket.
A strong urge fills you. آپ can’t control it. آپ walk out your door and towards the person آپ love.
He is texting his friend about how much he loves you. آپ lift the چھری into the air and try to hold back. آپ fingers cringe, trying to press the چھری against his neck.
آپ feel the guilt slipping through your ears and cool off your neck. آپ let out a quiet sigh and smile. آپ are glad that آپ didn’t kill. آپ slowly lose grip of the چھری and it slips out of your fingers, landing on his shoulder and gracefully gliding down his arm. A long scar scrapes his arm and the چھری is stuck at the very end.
He falls down to the floor and looks around wildly to find the person in charge. His eyes fill with tears and disappoint when he sees that آپ are the cause of this. A twisted frown of hatred fills his expression.
آپ begin to cry and find a way to apologize for the harm just caused.
“I’m sorry.” آپ whisper and cry a lot more.
He gives a glare.
“How could you?” He slowly stutters.
“I didn’t mean to. I don’t know.” آپ whisper.
His eyes begin to blink quickly, دکھانا he would be gone any second.
آپ run to his side and kiss his lifeless lips.
“I’m sorry. I love you.” آپ say slyly and step away from the body.
آپ walk home, feeling amazing, beautiful, wonderful and every other feeling of happiness and love. The sky seems full of joy and the blue is blinding. The clouds have mixed shapes and sizes, each much مزید different than the other.
آپ enter your room and sit at the warmest corner in your room and smile at the thoughts of that special someone. Then your eyes blacken out.
Death. Hate. Depression. Bitterness. Sorrow. Murder.
آپ shake your head at the thoughts and push try to push them out. A feeling of emptiness fills your inner soul. آپ grab the چھری under your بستر from when آپ were eating تربوز, واٹرمیلاون and stick it in your back pocket.
A strong urge fills you. آپ can’t control it. آپ walk out your door and towards the person آپ love.
He is texting his friend about how much he loves you. آپ lift the چھری into the air and try to hold back. آپ fingers cringe, trying to press the چھری against his neck.
آپ feel the guilt slipping through your ears and cool off your neck. آپ let out a quiet sigh and smile. آپ are glad that آپ didn’t kill. آپ slowly lose grip of the چھری and it slips out of your fingers, landing on his shoulder and gracefully gliding down his arm. A long scar scrapes his arm and the چھری is stuck at the very end.
He falls down to the floor and looks around wildly to find the person in charge. His eyes fill with tears and disappoint when he sees that آپ are the cause of this. A twisted frown of hatred fills his expression.
آپ begin to cry and find a way to apologize for the harm just caused.
“I’m sorry.” آپ whisper and cry a lot more.
He gives a glare.
“How could you?” He slowly stutters.
“I didn’t mean to. I don’t know.” آپ whisper.
His eyes begin to blink quickly, دکھانا he would be gone any second.
آپ run to his side and kiss his lifeless lips.
“I’m sorry. I love you.” آپ say slyly and step away from the body.
He shoved crayons up my nose!-Lulu
Lulu
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Serena
He didn't seem... mad. Like he should have been. Like he had every right to be.
He stopped maybe a meter away from me. I glanced up, and saw the same look of indecision I had seen on his face the first day.
I had no idea what I was supposed to do. My life is not a perfect little story where happy endings are mandatory.
I didn't expect myself to sink to the floor against the دیوار and begin crying. There just weren't words to say what I wanted to.
I didn't expect him to sit in front of me and put his hands on my shoulders. He forced me to to look up at him, and he said, "Tell me."
He didn't seem... mad. Like he should have been. Like he had every right to be.
He stopped maybe a meter away from me. I glanced up, and saw the same look of indecision I had seen on his face the first day.
I had no idea what I was supposed to do. My life is not a perfect little story where happy endings are mandatory.
I didn't expect myself to sink to the floor against the دیوار and begin crying. There just weren't words to say what I wanted to.
I didn't expect him to sit in front of me and put his hands on my shoulders. He forced me to to look up at him, and he said, "Tell me."
i would end up here with you
i was a restless wanderer on a distant path
آپ were a lonely dreamer with a broken laugh
i would go anywhere the road would lead
my hopes and dreams is all that i would need
i don't need a house یا fancy cars
i would rather sleep underneath the stars
آپ did'nt have much to call your own
but what a lovely smile on your face shown
آپ کہا your chance at love had past آپ سے طرف کی
i told i'm here so dont آپ cry
our lives were like the pieces of a broken heart
now that we're together what a life could start
there was magic in the air that night
everything was moving at the speed of light
آپ were like my juliet and i your romeo
آپ love me i love آپ thats all i need to know
no longer will آپ dream of love thats true
no longer will i wander my تلاش has led to you
