

Trust And BetrayalTrust. A bond made to be broken. That's the thing about trust... You trust someone not to break that bond. Once broken, like a glass, can be peiced together again, but will still have small cracks. These are the cracks that make us ask questions like, if I tell them something, won't history just repeat itself? They're most likely to tell again, aren't they? Trust is a tricky thing. Who can you really trust? There's no one in this world who you can trust 100%. You have to get over that. Trust just leads to betrayal. People that lsten to your problems don't really want to help. &Trust And Betrayal


RomanceStone colliding with stone. A spark, a single moment of pure, beautiful, heat... light. Stone collides once more. This time a flame emerges. It starts small, giving off a dim glow. Soon, it starts to grow. Radiating sheer elegance. Continuing to grow, the flame gathers heat. Going strong. A beautiful fire, reaching it's high point. Now, it begins to dwindle. Fading, losing heat. Suddenly, water rushes over the embers. Dousing any hopes to rekindle the flame. A once magnificent fire had been extenguished. All that is left is the faint feeling of warmth, aRomance


Wonderful RealityYou're so confusing! Don't get me wrong, you're confusing in a lovely sort of way, but I wish you would set me straight! It was just a stupid kiss! It barely lasted two seconds, but it's left my mind spinning around in neverending circles. When you've had feelings for someone for sucha long time, as I have for you, a simple kiss like that can mean the world. I'm hoping that kiss meant that you're feelings are the same. Every last bit of my soul wants to hear you confirm my wishes. Do you like me back? Can all of my dreams become a wonderful reality?Wonderful Reality


Drops Of LoveI love you. With each and every bit o fmy heart, you fill it up. All of the blood and tears spilt for you have been drops full of pure loving passion. The razor slicing my skin is simply a confession of my love for you. Each drop of blood that comes from my wrist is another reason I love you. Each tear is a reason why I'm still holding on, after so long. When will each drop of blood be non-existent? When will each tear be filled with joy, because you're finally mine again? Will that ever happen?Drops Of Love
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I scale the wall / The engines stall / I dream we're flying / While the sky is falling
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I scale the wall / The engines stall / I dream we're flying / While the sky is falling
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