How???Were are the wordsI need to saybut I don't knowhow to say themcause I don'tknow what they may be.
My BabyI have a baby on the wayan I can't waitit's what I have hoped foran never thought I would get luckyan have one grow in mewhen I gave up anhad no hopeI was luckyan got what I always wantednow I can't wait to see it's facethanks GodI love You the most.
shut uptalk shittalk shitthat's it,loud mouthget out
Point BlankThis bitch is wackeshe thinks it's okto just smoke crackdoes she care about others?hell noshe only caresabout her next highlike really???you think she cares if she dies???nocause that's what drugs do.
Just Do ItStick to your gutthat's all some haveto guide them the right way.
MaybeI have a pointI really dosome may understand mejust like I do.
A little but moreA dadis a guy with a childthat rises an love the childthe kid has there heartno matter what they will love the child.my manwill be a dad soonan he will love an care for the childan mejust like a real dad should.
UntitledI prove pointsI don't chicken outif a point needs to get outI let it out.loud an clearliars aren't on my sideI kinda wishthey just roll over an die.
I love it AlreadyLove is here,an always will be here,I have a baby on the way,an I can't waitto see there smiling facean that baby will have all of my love an more.
AloneI look aroundI see peopleYet I'm aloneAlways.
Fixing the damageYou feel damamgedAnd brokenJust like meBut togetherWe can change thatWe can fix each otherSo don't give upWe need each other
DownfallAnd in this dark harvest of seasonMy life has completely lost reason,For which or against to decide.All lost in a savage and endless, bleak tideIn sadness and in kindnessIn light and in darkness.In a boat made of hopeI shall sail to tomorrow,In a winding hurricaneMade of treachery and sorrow.There's a spear, endless, and colossal spear...Piercing, slashing though my head.Starting somewhere in heaven,Ending somewhere in hell.Fighting, burning, crying, crashing.Are the armies within.In my head they are all thrashing.On the heaven's and hell's whim.To be light or to be darkness.A perpetual array.It's not merely my choice,But the choice of the way.It's an option of the voice,It's a thin line of gray.Is it a choice forced by fate,Is it a pre-set time and date?Or a choice to which I myself sway?But here's our story anyway
."Nothing that I do will matter.As all things will merely shatter!"All my hopes thus darkness scatter,As it shoves me a decree.As it si
All Hallows EveThey say that on this night the witches ride,that spirits walk and churchyards spew their dead. It isn’t true. It’s said the stench of hell infects the earthand healths of heated blood are downed. But Hamlet lied. The dead know nothing, the living less. There are only poets with blood-nibbed pens;souls hung between high heaven and deep hell.
Mary x Male!Reader"D-don't you dare look at me!"I jumped, scared. This ball of fluff----she was talking to me? With a shaky breath, I smiled uneasily at her. "Hey, now...I'm not gonna make fun of ya, or anything."She blinked, and looked up at me, her eyes shining a bright red. "Y-you won't?" "Nope."The girl's name was Mary Kozakura.And she was like a puffball, ever so innocent.----------------------------------------------"___! There you are!" Mary looked down at me, smiling sweetly. She was holding a tray, with various yummy-looking food treats on there."I-I made these for you, actually..." She was blushing. Wow, she's actually blushing!"Thank you, Mary." I went to grab a small treat, when suddenly, Mary accidentally slipped on her own two feet, making the treats and tray fall and break in a quick, rumbling earthquake.We were quiet for a moment, Mary covered in sweets, me looking at her from the couch, gaping."I'm so sorry, ___! I didn't mean to do that!" Mary began to stand back up, but fell
glass in the throatthere's something about thathollow quiet in the nightthat bite of airbeneath the clouded moon:something like calm words,falling through the gapsbetween stained teethsomething like a dull thud,a stumbling fawnbruised by a wheel.something about thatclinging crowding darknesssomething likea sweet invitation:prey on us sinners,now,at the hour of our death.
My FeetI sit here holding my soft feet,So pretty,So nice,so clean,just the way I like them,right before I go upstairs to bed