He kissed te slowly, and the feeling of Amore drowned your senses. A hug. A kiss. And te went further on.
te 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 più different than the other.
te 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.
te shake your head at the thoughts and push try to push them out. A feeling of emptiness fills your inner soul. te grab the coltello under your letto from when te were eating anguria and stick it in your back pocket.
A strong urge fills you. te can’t control it. te walk out your door and towards the person te love.
He is texting his friend about how much he loves you. te lift the coltello into the air and try to hold back. te fingers cringe, trying to press the coltello against his neck.
te feel the guilt slipping through your ears and cool off your neck. te let out a quiet sigh and smile. te are glad that te didn’t kill. te slowly lose grip of the coltello 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 coltello 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 te are the cause of this. A twisted frown of hatred fills his expression.
te begin to cry and find a way to apologize for the harm just caused.
“I’m sorry.” te 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.” te whisper.
His eyes begin to blink quickly, mostrare he would be gone any second.
te run to his side and baciare his lifeless lips.
“I’m sorry. I Amore you.” te say slyly and step away from the body.
te 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 più different than the other.
te 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.
te shake your head at the thoughts and push try to push them out. A feeling of emptiness fills your inner soul. te grab the coltello under your letto from when te were eating anguria and stick it in your back pocket.
A strong urge fills you. te can’t control it. te walk out your door and towards the person te love.
He is texting his friend about how much he loves you. te lift the coltello into the air and try to hold back. te fingers cringe, trying to press the coltello against his neck.
te feel the guilt slipping through your ears and cool off your neck. te let out a quiet sigh and smile. te are glad that te didn’t kill. te slowly lose grip of the coltello 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 coltello 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 te are the cause of this. A twisted frown of hatred fills his expression.
te begin to cry and find a way to apologize for the harm just caused.
“I’m sorry.” te 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.” te whisper.
His eyes begin to blink quickly, mostrare he would be gone any second.
te run to his side and baciare his lifeless lips.
“I’m sorry. I Amore you.” te say slyly and step away from the body.
Give away to the morning
Light is here
Look away from the mourning
Is she gone, is she still...?
And let the giorno go ahead
Without you
Find a place, a dark space
To hide you
What’s a day, a sunny day
To you?
Fade away, let the your rainclouds
Guide you
There goes the downpour
Long gone your hello...
Find it in you
To make that last stand
It’s a silent drive
It’s her very last one.
Here come the clear skies
There goes your fare well...
Light is here
Look away from the mourning
Is she gone, is she still...?
And let the giorno go ahead
Without you
Find a place, a dark space
To hide you
What’s a day, a sunny day
To you?
Fade away, let the your rainclouds
Guide you
There goes the downpour
Long gone your hello...
Find it in you
To make that last stand
It’s a silent drive
It’s her very last one.
Here come the clear skies
There goes your fare well...
We're all human.
"It was an early March morning, so early that the sky still had streaks of orange and pink in it."
Shaun
I wonder, sometimes, if she ever thinks of me.
If she knows that I kept only one picture of her. Anything else was just too painful. In the picture, she doesn't know I am taking it until the camera flash goes off. She has been sitting at the scrivania, reception in her old bedroom, and she is half-smiling.
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I walk up to her, not breaking eye contact. Nothing existed but her.
The little girl was perched on her hip.
I trailed my fingers down her jawline. She still didn't move.
"Why did te leave?"
I wonder, sometimes, if she ever thinks of me.
If she knows that I kept only one picture of her. Anything else was just too painful. In the picture, she doesn't know I am taking it until the camera flash goes off. She has been sitting at the scrivania, reception in her old bedroom, and she is half-smiling.
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I walk up to her, not breaking eye contact. Nothing existed but her.
The little girl was perched on her hip.
I trailed my fingers down her jawline. She still didn't move.
"Why did te leave?"
