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Come Back To Me
Come Back To Me
Please for the sake of love come back
300 days is far too long and that's a fact
How crazy we are to love like this
Sneak out at night, just for pure bliss
Mint, and rain is all I taste
One last kiss just in case
I see you standing there uniform on
Come back to me please for the sake of my heart
Never again will our love be apart
BeautySee her there
The one with the blue eyes
She is me and I am her
The one next to her
amazing isn't she?
Her eyes of hazel and her blond hair
Sisters we two
A pair worth no words
Her the beautiful one
So indescribably perfect
The other pales in comparison
Red hair blue eyes no match
She loves who she is with
But feels the pressure of another life
Death has come for the ugly
The beautiful stands tall and strong
Tears fall from her eyes
Those beautiful hazel eyes
Death has come calling for the pale
Her beautiful blue eyes shut forever
What turns you on?Billie Joe Armstrong and Mike Dirnt were backstage, waiting for Tre Cool, Jason White, and Jason Freese to arrive. Mike was sitting on the couch drinking coffee. Billie was standing by the counter.
"Mike, you drink a lot of coffee, ya know?" said Billie.
Mike looked up at Billie. "Well yeah... but coffee is damn good!" replied Mike.
Billie laughed. "Well coffee stunts you're growth dude."
Mike lifted an eyebrow. "Oh really? And what's you're excuse for being 5 foot 7?"
Billie crossed his arms. "I don't know... my shortness is part of what makes me so fucking hot!"
Mike laughed and rolled his eyes. Billie came over and sat by Mike on the couch.
"So, we got a big show tonight." he said.
Mike looked at him, setting his coffee cup down. "Yeah, way to point out the ovbious."
Billie gave Mike a playful shove. "You asshole." he said, laughing.
Mike laughed. "But I bet you just love performing hitchin a ride and king for a day..." he said.
Billie chuckled. "Well yeah, it does get me turned on.
Forbidden love?How can love be forbidden?
How can our love be forbidden?
I know we're not the same. And I know we have many differences. But looking into your eyes, they all just seem to disappear. Looking into your eyes, I see the beautiful person you are. Looking into your eyes, I only see the person I am so dearly in love with. The person I so dearly love.
Not for what you are.
Not for what only the eyes can see.
Nor for what only the lips can say.
But for you,
And all you are.
It's then I wonder,
Why should it matter that we're different?
Why should it matter that we're not the same?
Why should it, when I know my feelings for you are true?
Why, when all it is I want to do is love you?
How could the happiness and joy you bring me, be anywhere near close of forbidden?
Just because our colors are different? Just because our families expect otherwise? Just because the world tells us we can't?
Why should it even matter if our genders were to be the same?
If only the world could see, the love we s
Little Mermaid - Melodys BirthEric paced in the hallway. It had been 9 months since Ariel got pregnant, and now she was having the baby. She'd went into labor that morning, and at almost sunset, she was still in labor. His pacing got faster as he worried more.
"It'll be ok, mon. You'll see. Carlotta will come out of dat room and tell you yer baby was born." Sebastien said from near Eric's boots, safely away from the eager father-to-be.
"I know. I just can't help worrying," Eric stopped and looked at the door. "She's all I have. Her and the baby both."
Grimsby, Eric's closest friend appeared around the corner in time to hear Eric's last statement. "Oh, Eric, I'm sure she'll be fine. She's a strong young woman." Grimsby said in an attempt to comfort Eric.
The sun had now set. Darkness was descending rapidly in the halls as the servants went about they're duty of lighting candles. Eric clenched a fist and put it against the thick wooden door.
Last years mistakeI'm walking down an empty road holding on to secrets untold.
As the night goes dark I try to hold together my heart.
I know he is way to good for me but still i wish he could see.
I can hear a small drop as a tear hits the sidewalk.
Last years mistake will cause my heart to break.
Maria's prayerLittle baby Shadow, you slept soundly in your crib
Slumbering so peacefully
With food still on your bib.
I watched your chest rise and fall,
As I stroked your tiny head
and then I left you lying there
on your little bed.
The days then passed too quickly
And my teaching was all for naught
Because as I stand here watching,
I see the evil you brought.
You're not the Shadow I once knew
You're tinged with so much hatred
I wish I could fill you once again
With goodness unabated.
But as I lie in death's cold embrace
And guard you every night
Listening to your troubled dreams
As you squirm and cry in fright
I know you don't want to be this way
As you constantly struggle to remember
How your life used to be
Before your soul's December.
And once again I know there's hope
Even though I am dead
Because your heart still knows me
And how for you I bled
So Shadow, listen closely
To what I have to say:
Though your journey seems impossible,
There will always be a way.
Wendy and Peter PanLet's pretend for a while
So in our pain we can smile
As we got to a place where we're happy
I'll be Wendy
And you'll be Peter Pan
Take my hand
Sprinkle fairy dust on me from Tinkerbell
So I can fly with you out of this hell
Let's be Wendy and Peter Pan
Flying off to Neverland
To leave this world behind
With no sorrow in mind
I am Wendy
And you are Peter Pan
Holding hands as we fly to Neverland
Leaving Captain Hook in reality
Unable to fire his cannons at us
To make us crash and burn
My Girl aka GloriaCold December winds
Fly up in the air
Dancing with her
Dead black hair
She lights up a smoke
Her breath shows a mist
Her lips curl around
Her face is quite pissed
"You hear me children"
Is what she screams
"Death to the government
And all their schemes!
Let the liar walk away
Faces down in a smoke
As they gag and they choke"
Sweet as a rose
But sour as acid
Chaotic and crazy
But face so placid.
She lit up a match,
Flying high in the sky
Lighting the city
With her laws that defy
Being the torch
That lit the fire
Burn down the city
Song of the choir
We scream bloody murder
The crowd of euphoria
Blasted on the walls
"Christian and Gloria"
I turned to her face
Seemed dead and pale
But I gazed into her eyes
The iris' that never fail
I smiled adoringly
To the beautiful miss
And there, arms around I
Into an endless kiss
As the Years Went By...
As the years went by...
I wasn't supposed to be born..But I was
A plan was made for me.
I was planted.
I learned how to crawl.
I learned how to lift my head.
I learned my first word.
I learned more words.
I began to walk.
I learned to run.
I started school.
The learning went on.
I wanted to grow up.
Days were slow.
As the years went by...
I thought I was fully grown.
I started to act like a grown up.
I wanted to be like my parents.
I wanted to feel older.
I wanted to be treated like an adult.
I hated being little.
I pretended to be bigger.
As the years went by...
I acted older.
I was happy with how I was.
I lost confidence.
I put my life on the line.
I came to my senses.
I felt better.
I met better friends.
I felt loved again.
I was safe again.
As the years went by...
The World changed.
I wanted to be younger again.
I wanted to make up the days I wasted.
I wanted to go back to happier times.
I wanted to fe
Lost HeartHer lips met his in what could've been true love's first kiss.
She broke away, her light gray eyes suddenly cast downward,
as if ashamed for being so bold.
He was tempted to reach out and touch her lips with his fingers,
to pass his hand over the smooth skin of her shoulder,
or to breathe in the scent of her dark hair,
yet he refrained,
thinking it would only make the goodbye more painful.
"Should I write?" he offered, desperate to hear her beautiful voice once more.
"No... it would be best if..." she choked on her words, hating herself for even thinking them, "it would be best if we avoided any communication."
His heart stuttered and died in his chest, and he felt his insides start to squirm in an agony that he could only compare to that of being stabbed in the chest a thousand times.
"And I shall never see you again?"
She looked up, finally meeting his eyes.
"Only in my dreams."
With that she turned and disappeared into the forest, the trees shaking from a slight wind that could only
Volpi.You will find that the story you tell
is very rarely your own. In Lucca,
even the smallest pebbles
breathe in the warm sunlight.
Knotted stones and cobbled roads
beat out a paper-dry heartbeat heat
my city breathes in and out,
inhales sparrow air.
It's writing a story.
You are the pen.
You will find that in Lucca
the daisy chains forge fire
in side streets and back alleys.
Teenagers intertwine. Tell me,
odd flower, are you still closed?
Here we are colored wax;
the heat of the city melts us.
We run into each other, rhapsody
of pigments. Operas are our specialties.
Open up; feel the reds.
If not, try and see them. There is a place
of deep knife marks, a street
long as midnight
you may learn something there.
Valentina's voice glimmers like red wine.
You may enjoy intoxications. Still,
know alcohol has no story
and will swallow your own.
Find the sign with the wolf on it.
You'll know the place. Epiphanies ring true as church-bells.
Lucca still guides the wanderers
to well sp
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