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.
I just really like this picture, no special connection to the story. haha
Never did I think that the person I was to face would be the beginning of a war I never wanted to get involved in.
This is a peom I wrote for a competition at my school. Tell me what آپ think of it, please?
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Have آپ felt the torture of hate?
Like a poisonous cloud, it will wait,
Until آپ burn in the flames of fury.
Then it will creep up and incapacitate.
Alas! آپ will choke, and don’t try to deny your anger.
It is too late.
Hate is like grasping a red hot coal,
Intent on throwing it at another soul,
Instead it is you, yourself, who burns,
Then your own anger shall take its toll,
You’ll bring about your every mistake and failure.
You’ll be alone.
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Have آپ felt the torture of hate?
Like a poisonous cloud, it will wait,
Until آپ burn in the flames of fury.
Then it will creep up and incapacitate.
Alas! آپ will choke, and don’t try to deny your anger.
It is too late.
Hate is like grasping a red hot coal,
Intent on throwing it at another soul,
Instead it is you, yourself, who burns,
Then your own anger shall take its toll,
You’ll bring about your every mistake and failure.
You’ll be alone.
But I guess this is the price for not agreeing with a vampire.
"Do you see the "Game Over"sign?
