You...
Ruqayyah Jkh
I don't know when I stopped but i did stopped.. Writing about you.. Writing to you.. Writing for you... You woke that part of me four years ago.. It never fell asleep ever since.. Nor have I.. What sort of creature are you.. You awoke the kid,the teen,the adult.. You awoke the broken,restless, terrified.. You awoke the childish,crazy,fun.. You awoke the driven,loyal,passionate.. So much were dormant until you came around.. I had a plan but you gave me purpose.. I waited those Thursdays like believers would wait for Sundays to attend church, Fridays to attend mosque.. Even today I'm still waiting.. For what exactly, I don't know.. To be worshiped is scary.. What if you err.. What if you have flaws.. What if I don't like the part I didn't get to know... But what if I love you even more.. Did blocking me really erased me.. Did ignoring me.. Did pretending not to see me.. Are you convinced you don't care about me.. I am not...
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JENOVA JACKSON CHASE
Good concept.
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Question 1?/Вопрос 1?
shadowlinxxx morgan
The girl that questions everything,is a girl that needs many answers.She wanders the earth trying to find the person that can answer her many queries.Everthing she writes has a hidden question that makes her heart ache and her head hurt.She spends days writing sad story's that she forgets her sad life.Shes in a painful story that never ends,she's in a story that writes itself.The pages in the book were filled ever so easy,because her heart wrote it for her.She spent her life being afraid,that's what made it so boring.Finding her passion was easy,but fulfilling it was the hardest part of all.Her writing may be boring and sad,but it's what keeps her sane. "She had all the questions in the word,and he had all the answers." Lillian xx
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Ай
Черничные пироги, молоко с мёдом. Приходи. Почитаю тебе стихи и раны замажу йодом. Буду исцелять поэтапно все твои трещинки и порезы, даже в твоё заледеневшее сердце, поверь мне, — смело полезу. Повір! Залізу без страху. Без жалю, не боячись. Бо наше розпалене вогнище змушує бути хоч чимось. І тільки не хвилюйся — ми не розчинимось. Ні одне у одному, ні у часі. Мы снова столкнёмся, неспособные противостоять этой связи. Истощенные, но в друг друге, нашедшие дом. Якщо не перше життя, то і не перший том. Не перший різновид мов у моїх віршах. Не найдёшь меня в жизни? Отыщешь во снах. За той дверью, где я нам в пирог добавляю чернику. Приходи. Мне одной без тебя здесь ужасно дико.
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