short little fight sceneHe kissed her again this time even gentler. Phirae pushed him away, Raenin’s only response was a look of surprise and confusion. “Don’t.” she said. “Why?” he asked as he leaned in for more.short little fight scene
“It’s just too,” she pushed back with her feet so her back would meet the soft back of the tree, “too perfect. There I said it.”
“Why thank you for the compliment.” Raenin scooted toward her with eyes closed, lips ready, she pushed him away. “Please do not turn this into a joke. I’m being serious. I’m scared. If I love you too m
writes 1 and 2, howIt's jealousy, the need, the desire to wait. Because you know it'll be the last time in a longtime. I can see she waits, and therefore am jealous. Her wait is worth it. In fact it is only worth it if you are forced into wait. First comes friends, then hate, then wait. Without these simple bases nothing can be built, except a weak facade that will crack at the slightest fracture. I want most to have to wait, to sit impatiently upon the precipice of completion.writes 1 and 2, how
This is my only true genuine goal. For goals can not be set upon a false interpretation of self. For one can not achieve the goal of another.
And so in finding my goal, in
so i'm just anotherSo I’m just another,so i'm just another
a wide collector of sorry looks,
teasing glares, and shrieking giggles.
A coinsure of her confusion,
and in the brain of her you wait.
Wait for one you can hurt. But it never seems to come.
Each time one approaches,
you go strong, fighting for a false chance.
Some aware of your game, let you toy around, not caring.
Use you every once and again, adding irony into this bitter-sweet sport.
I guess I’m just another.
But I stray from your set rules. First strong, then
left hangingLeft Hangingleft hanging
Rough hands seem softer every minute
As she grips the once solid rock. Shouting her unheard blame, and the other is believed. Neither the truth, but not all lies. She waits now to fall. No hands at reach to rescue the limb girl
From the deep canyon she once inhabited. At first so welcoming, new faces, new places. And then the crowd grew and the limited space filled.
One took her hand in dance, but didn’t like her step.
It was then that she fell. Felt the gentle hand turn angry and loose agai
sad day...
Hopeless
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lets all go there.
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lets all go there.
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lets all go there.
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lets all go there.
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