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Anger.Since when have you become the head of the family? Being rude does not equal power. Thank you for the distance, or there would a war heading towards your way. If only the family portrait could show personalities through the framework, Then we could all of seen the warning sign upon your forehead.Anger.
Watching the day go by on a kayak, you sit upstairs reading. No conversation. No courtisy. No manners. Now only conversations are stored in a computer, the words angering me every time you send the hate-mail. 'These 15-year-old girls are the lazy ones' How lies and defence correspond.
Time Warp.Lost in a spiral of confusion. "What should I do with my life?" was a big hit in my diary. Along with "where do I go from here?"Time Warp.
Toys and adventure the life of my childhood. Now comes the reality slap. How will I make a living? How will I live? As each day comes, the mystery is still unsolved.
Hoping for this day to never come, the day to stand on my own two feet. Time for independence. Mummy and daddy will not be here to pick me up and kiss it better. Nor will they be here to reassure me that things will be ok.
A grown up child now wishing for a time warp.
Love under the stars.Sitting in the lovers garden, smelling the roses and staring into each others glittering eyes. Her hand in his, his hand in hers, smiling. Imagining themselves in 60 years time, still in the same shoes as they are at 17.Love under the stars.
Their hearts writing "i love you" every single beat. Summer love, Winter Passion. He gently caresses her porcelain skin, her face looking more in love. Lying under the stars, hand in hand, their lips faintly pressing each other.
Moonlight fireworks, stars in their eyes. He bathed her in his love and passion.
She bathed him with her hearts content. The
Pie.
Salutations.s a l u t a t i o n sSalutations.
Scarlet heartache melts autumn twilight Singing on horizons of honey and bronze Her hand kissed mine as the mirror ball shattered Piercing dreams and thoughts with devil prongs
Slashed illusions and fates by candy lips Star dusted, both doused in sugared ink Tasting of ice and infant regret Symmetrical arrows in heartbreak sync
Twin cotton draped their silent celebration Warm breath laced heroin romance Over saturated but polaroid perfection Dipped in 3am glitter for the night's last dan
Heres the deal.
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