|Deviant Login||Shop||Join deviantART for FREE||Take the Tour|
Remember You (Edited Version I made at school)"Hey....
ii2 iit ju2t you and me iin the wreckage of the world?,
that must be s0 c0nfusing f0r a little girl...
D --> and I know you're going to need me here with you,
bUt,i'M lOsInG mYsElF,aNd i'M aFrAiD yOu'Re gUnNa lOsE mE tOo...
This m8gic keeps me alive,
BUT 1TS M4K1NG M3 CR4ZY,
AND I NEED TO SAVE YOU,
:33< but whos going to save me too?
please forgivve me for wwhatevver i do,
When I Don't Remember You.
i cAn aLrEaDy fEeL mYsElF sLiPpInG aWaY,
i CAN'T REMEMBER WHAT IT MADE ME SAY,
but I r-Em-Emb-Er t)(at I saw you frown,
it wwasnt me it wwas the crown...
thii2 magiic keep2 me aliive,
bUt iTs mAkInG mE cRaZy,
D --> and I need to save you,
but, wwhos going to savve me too?,
PLEASE FORGIVE ME FOR WHATEVER I DO,
wHEN i dON'T REMEMBER YOU.
pLeAsE fOrGiVe mE fOr wHaTeVeR i dO,
when i d0n't remember y0u.
Woven Heart"My heart is woven, covering the things you can't see,
each thread is a memory, a secret, a dark side of me.
With every passing second,a new thread is woven,
but its all black and white,no words to be spoken.
The black are secrets that are my darkest,
the left behind gray are memories, both my happiest and my saddest.
The white that is left is what I choose to hide,
noone will make me show it, Only I decide.
My heart is woven, covering the things you can't see,
because it only shows things I only know about me."
My Daily Life. c:"tick-t0ck,as time passes by,
wITH EVERY bREATH i TAKE,
My doom come2 clo2er wiith every liie,
WITH EVERY BLOODY MOVE I MAKE.
:33< thump-thump,goes the beating of my heart,
With Every Thought I Space Out.
MY M1ND 1S L0ST 1N F41RYT4L3S FULL 0F T4RTS,
with every light w8rd I shout.
D --> click-clack,my footsteps echo in voids filled with dreams,
wItH eVeRy sTeP,i FeEl mY rAgE mElT aWaY.
my hope hangs on by little seams,
wit)( -Ev-Eryday of lif-E I pray."
Nine TimesI saw him nine times.
The first time we were both sitting in the room together, getting ready to take the math test that would determine our placement. I was scatterbrained and throwing things around, trying to find the pencils that I had known I would need but had still just tossed in my purse. He was lounging backwards in his chair, looking for all the world as though he didn’t have a single care in the world, including the upcoming test. It annoyed me, that I was frantic and ready to scream, while someone else could be that relaxed.
I tested out of the class.
I don’t know if he did.
The second time I saw him, it was a few months after I arrived on campus. He was the one rushing and frantic this time, running across the square. He was probably late for class, though I had no way of knowing for sure. I was already lost in my own thoughts and ideas, deciding on my major and convincing people that yes, this is what I really want to do with my life. If they weren
Keep in Touch!