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With eyes like gold
That lure and glow
Full of secrets
I'll never know
With a voice so melodic
That drags me in
And an embrace so warming
My head starts to spin
With unfaltering grace
And a flawless stroll
And oh, those eyes
That bore into my soul
They pull me in
And I'm unable to think
How can I love someone
Who exists only in ink
That lure and glow
Full of secrets
I'll never know
With a voice so melodic
That drags me in
And an embrace so warming
My head starts to spin
With unfaltering grace
And a flawless stroll
And oh, those eyes
That bore into my soul
They pull me in
And I'm unable to think
How can I love someone
Who exists only in ink
Literature
The Rain of Tears
Standing in the rain
Feeling deathly pain
She turned her head to me
A sight I couldn't bear to see.
Lost in a maze of eyes
I tried to catch time as it flies
I stood still, frozen in deep
As the girl started to weep.
And she wept, she wept alone
Frightening me to the bone
I couldn't see now what to do
I felt like her; we felt so blue.
Standing in the rain, it rained
Wildest feelings to be tamed
The girl stopped. She looked at me
Purest marble, young and free.
We stood still, embraced the warmth
It kept pouring very hard
We danced dances (unreal glee)
It all seemed like a dream to me.
Out of the blue then I could feel
The g
Literature
No
No, I am not okay
No, I will not be okay
Nothing you can say
Will make this pain go away
No, I am not fine
No, I will not be fine
Maybe this is all just a sign
That for him I should not pine
No, I am not all right
No, I will not be all right
I cannot sleep at night
For my regrets are in my mind's sight
Yes, this will take time
Yes, lots of time
All I want is one last stime
To convince myself he's not slime
Literature
Drawings
"Drawings"
I drew on the walls
when life wasn’t enough
the drawings were scribbles
that made no simple sense
yet when I drew they came alive
my heart and soul expressed
pretty ponies and dinosaurs
all simple scribbles of mine
when the parent returned
and saw my mess
the blood that stained
drew a prettier picture than
my simple scribbles
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Oh, this is nice! I'm sure plenty of people can relate too.