Forgotten Memory- PrologueFootsteps echoed in the streets and shadows passed beneath the door. The room was quite and dark, the smell of smoke filled the air. The darkened windows were covered with wood and the only a few strands of light peaked out and shined through the room. The light reflected brightly against glass that was scattered on the floor. How quiet it was when just outside was one of the busiest streets in the town, you could hear the people out side walking around and talking. A young girl stared at the glass and the covered windows questionably. "To keep them out..." She turned and to look were the voice had come from, and she started intoForgotten Memory- Prologue
Little BirdI see her fly by, Now free as a bird should be. She stares at her reflection, Seems confused, Doesn't understand. What the little bird see's Is someone she doesn't know. A stranger, maybe even a foe. So similar, but so different. Copying her movements, But as graceful as a swan. Copying her looks, But as beautiful as a humming bird. Who is this stranger? Who could it be? This bird who is so carefree, As free as a little bird should be. That is graceful, Beautiful, And carefree. That stranger smiling back at her Is so fLittle Bird
EverytimeWhy is it? Everytimes the same... Everytime I see him leave, I have to watch. I watch until I can no longer hear a sound, Until all is silent. I watch until I can no longer see him in the distance.Everytime
When I'm completely sure he's gone, I look out once more, Hoping he's going to come back, But he never does...
When I'm completely sure he's gone, I turn and say good-bye, Knowing he can't hear me. But everytime I shut that door I fall to the ground in tears... Everytime, it's the same...
UntitledLooking into the fire, Remembering his face so seroius. Thinking of the one I admire, Always being so mysteroius. The first to give me his hand, Back then I was so naive. He showed me how to firmly stand, Now I know what I must acheive. He wasn't much of a talker, Almost more of a stalker. When he touched my skin, I would inwardly grin.Untitled
Remebering his last words said, The ones I so much dread. "When the time comes, we'll meet again..." With that I thought I'd go insane. When he was around I would melt, He know this is how I felt.
Nothing
Optimism
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Yaoi is infectious! and I caught it!! YAY!
Dance Zuko! Dance!
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Meet me in your closet.
she's doing commissions, -including great SasuNaru stuff-
please let her know if you're interested :3
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- KaNaE - v(^x^)v
- MCR<3
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If life was easy, it wouldn't be fun....right?
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"Why do I have six screens? Because I don't have room for eight." - Terry Pratchett
It is a certifiable fact that everything good in life is either illegal, amoral or fattening.
tough i'll hardly update my page due to parents who likes to play a game of "hide-people's-stuff-and-seek"
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Oh yea!?!! I maybe a dunce! but at least I'm a mighty pirate dunce!
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"...the number of times that I didn't give up and the number of times I succeed were the same."
Jut break the Limits! by Uver World
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