"The knife belongs to me."
He stepped closer to me, and I stepped away, my back hitting the wall as I realized there's nowhere left to run.
"Give me the knife, and you will live," he demanded, closing the space between us with ones step. His hand brushed mine, and I looked up. He stared at me, for once second getting distracted.
"Then take it." I stabbed the knife into his stomach, pressing it ...
The summer breeze blows through her auburn hair
the sun shines in her face
Her eyes are like the sky, yet they hold no clouds
they shimmer in the light
we dance, her arms around my waist and mine on hers
rays of sunlight shine down around us
the world is quiet, even the breeze dies down
as her face gets closer to mine...
To let your heart belong to someone is always a choice
But to let someone break your heart without using your voice
Is not what it means to belong to someone
Giving your heart away should be able to be undone
When your heart belongs to someone it doesn't mean
they can do whatever they want with it and you can't say a thing
always remember you have a say
in what goes on, you're not someone's pro...
Blood seeped from her skin
I watched life drain from her eyes
her colorless face
she took her own life
her body slumped to the ground
she had no heartbeat
i couldn't believe
that she no longer had life
death pulled her down
tears fell from my eyes
I hugged her body, it was
all becoming real...
"It's not about how much we've lost, it's about how much we have left"
I've lost a lot
friends, family, and more
i think about this phrase
when will I ever swim to shore
What do I have left?
A friend? I have one
this makes me realize
my internal war is done
she holds the heavens
in her heart
she gives me
a brand new start
she is my sanity
my best friend
she keeps me hopeful
for the end...
"5 minutes to convince me not to." The gun was pointed at my head. "The timer starts now."
"Well, I, for one, didn't do anything. I merely walked in at the wrong moment, and-"
"Cut the crap." she turned to face me, the gun still pointed at my head.
"Okay. I'm not gonna treat you like some evil villain. You're a kid. What're you, 12?" I said. She cocked the gun.
"Wrong answer. You're down to a...
