Mirror, MirrorThis heart of mine is full and whole, My conscience fresh and clean, So what has shattered this young soul? Whatever can it mean?Mirror, Mirror
The mirror glass is smooth and flat, My breath fogs up the glass, So who is that who’s staring back? What’s happened in her past?
These eyes of mine are dark and bleak, My cheeks are white as pearl, The mirror frame is ancient teak, And shatters with a hurl.
I watch the shards come raining down, In glints of shattered strife. Maybe if I can find the pieces...
I’ll mend this broken life.
Diamond eyes Part1I remember it clearly, sir. It was a sunny afternoon; the classroom was stuffy and sweaty. We were in a history lesson, and that was how this, all of this, began. Mrs Smith was beginning to drift off track again. That wasn’t uncommon, inspector. Most days we’d start the topic off on something logical, say… the Romans, and end up discussing bicycles or a matter equally random by the end. Mrs Smith’s attention span is about as long as dad’s hair, which isn’t that long, inspector, considering he’s nearly bald.Diamond eyes Part1
I remember it as being a particularly boring lesson though, Inspector. We, (myself and my
Shades of greyShe can't have gone. She wouldn't have left me here. Alone.Shades of grey
My eyes are sore and red; tear tracks run clear salty lines through the dirt on my face. I know I look terrible. Drawn, weak and hollow. I know I'm an empty shell without her. Useless. Withdrawn? My heart has been wrenched, throbbing, from my fragile body. I'm... I'm just a...
But who cares? Nothing can ever be the same anymore, now that she is gone. Why am I even bothering with the effort of living, living without her? I just want to curl up and die.
Be with her again. Be with her in the earth.
The world has been
Dry your eyesHer smile was delightful, Light golden was her hair, Her dress was cotton candy, As she skipped into his lair.Dry your eyes
Her skin was milky pale, Her apron; light pink check, He stole around behind her, And grasped her fragile neck.
He smiled as she screamed, And clawed her golden hair, He knew he could be caught, But he didn't really care.
Outside the owls all cried "Soon she shall be dead!" And just before he killed her, This is what he said,
"Dry your eyes, sweet child, Catch those tears you've shed, Hush now, stop
Devious Journal Entry
I Have To Pee
I wanted to thank you for the add to watch!
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"I wonder what's in a book while it's closed. I know it's full of letters printed on paper, but [..] something must be happening, because as soon as I open it, there's a whole story with people I don't know yet and all kinds of adventures and battles."
I'm Lazy.
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