

the sting of deathin the fear of a deadly night, the black love is endless in a twilight, there is jealousy in shattered hearts, it brings the black pain of a jagged knife, with the tempting sensations of Edens fruit, and the serenity of killer's love, the bitterness of her awakening death, the black stench of those rotting corpses, endures the heartache of their mourning loved ones, the end hears the black silence of eternities creeping spirits.the sting of death


burning loveThe red hope of wishful thoughts waiting for an answer. Burning for his answer like cindering flames. My hearts curiosity filled my body with angst as I awaited his response. No, not the same burning desire for me. I felt a sulking pain in my chest. The same heartache as if my heart had been ripped out by my true love. But still . I love him.burning love


obsessedI'm obsessedobsessed
not a write your name all over my notebook obsessed,
not obsessed enough to peek through your window while your sleeping,
not obsessed enough to plan what our kids' names will be,
but just enough to want you all to my self,
obsessed like wanting to be close to you,
obsessed like loving the way you smell,
wanting to spend the rest of my life with you obsessed and knowing that you love me too.
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"I read about the afterlife, but I never really lived..."
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~stand back before you get killed!~
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People are like Slinkies: Mostly useless, but you can't help but smile when you push them down the stairs....
kyaaahhh ^-^ ~~ >chuu< *-* <3
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Don't go gettin' all kanavish on me lol
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