That's what happens.I first saw him last year, he was with all his friends, I didn't know anyone, my friends had just left me, they told me to wait there for them, so I did. I was there, he was slightly to the right of me, sitting on the bank, it was a strange day, the kind when you know it's supposed to rain, but it really doesn't look like it will, clouds occasionally flitted in front of the sun, making it slightly colder, but not for long. I now know nothing lasts for long. I was sitting on my own, he looked at me, and smiled, I blushed and smiled back, his eyes and smile had captured me, pulled me in. He came over, smiled again, he tThat's what happens.
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LostTrust hath abandoned thee, Left thee on thy own, It hath spread it's pure wings, And away it hath flown, Now I am left here, With nout but thee own heart, Thyne heart with a missing piece, As thou hath stolen a part, Though I say stole, I gave thee a part to keep, For thou to keep safe, Keep me safe in thyne sleep, But thou tore it apart, Destroyed me as i dream, I asked thou if thoust loved me, Thou said yes but thou lied it doth seem.Lost
Forgetting memoriesThe blade draws closer, I feel it in my head; Why can it not be my heart, that feels this pain instead?Forgetting memories
Alcohol rushes through my blood, Like river in a stream; Those frightful images through my mind, They're devastating and obscene.
Oh why did it have to be me, Who was a victim that one night? I shouldn't have walked through the darkness, I should have stayed in the light.
I can't seem to get rid of these memories, But their end is coming near; Now that the sweet knife has cut my throat, I now no longer have to live in fear. &
Angel
