There he is just standing there, starring at Ты with щенок dog eyes. He smiles briefly at Ты breaking your heart. It’s all too much so Ты so Ты slam the door. Before the door shuts he sticks his foot in the door way stopping it.
“I just want to talk.”
“There’s nothing to talk about.” Ты lie. Ты don’t want to hear him apologize или even see him. What he did hurt Ты like nothing else could, still Ты knew that Ты loved him and Ты сердце ached for him. Ты wish Ты could turn back time to when Ты both were happy but Ты know that what’s done is done.
“How about us…” He tries to say but Ты cut him off.
“There is no us” Ты state yet Ты can not look at him while Ты say it. His blue eye look at Ты sadly, clearly hurt by your statement.
“That’s not true, if it were true Ты would be able to look me in the eyes and say that it.” His voice cracks at the end. Ты try and tell him that Ты don’t Любовь him, that there is not us.
“I can’t.” Looking into his deep blue eyes Ты know he will eventually break your сердце but Ты Kiss him away. Ты let Ты lips meet in a blast of Любовь and passion. Ты wish Ты could stop time and stay in his embrace forever. In his embrace Ты feel безопасно, сейф like nothing will ever hurt you.
“I Любовь you.” He whispers in your ear, meaning dripping off every word, making Ты smile. All Ты fears disappear with those three words.
Ты both stand there not wanting to Переместить from your current position, savoring each others warmth. Ты knew it would be hard but eventually if Ты both tried, maybe Ты could restore what was broken. Maybe this would make Ты stronger. Ты had hope that it would be alright in the end. That time would heal the wounds.
“I Любовь Ты too.”
Maybe just maybe it’ll be okay.
“I just want to talk.”
“There’s nothing to talk about.” Ты lie. Ты don’t want to hear him apologize или even see him. What he did hurt Ты like nothing else could, still Ты knew that Ты loved him and Ты сердце ached for him. Ты wish Ты could turn back time to when Ты both were happy but Ты know that what’s done is done.
“How about us…” He tries to say but Ты cut him off.
“There is no us” Ты state yet Ты can not look at him while Ты say it. His blue eye look at Ты sadly, clearly hurt by your statement.
“That’s not true, if it were true Ты would be able to look me in the eyes and say that it.” His voice cracks at the end. Ты try and tell him that Ты don’t Любовь him, that there is not us.
“I can’t.” Looking into his deep blue eyes Ты know he will eventually break your сердце but Ты Kiss him away. Ты let Ты lips meet in a blast of Любовь and passion. Ты wish Ты could stop time and stay in his embrace forever. In his embrace Ты feel безопасно, сейф like nothing will ever hurt you.
“I Любовь you.” He whispers in your ear, meaning dripping off every word, making Ты smile. All Ты fears disappear with those three words.
Ты both stand there not wanting to Переместить from your current position, savoring each others warmth. Ты knew it would be hard but eventually if Ты both tried, maybe Ты could restore what was broken. Maybe this would make Ты stronger. Ты had hope that it would be alright in the end. That time would heal the wounds.
“I Любовь Ты too.”
Maybe just maybe it’ll be okay.
Vandals and crooks
an aging man, caught like a рыба on a hook
Getting reeled in, he's easy prey
Eyes sag, creating bags, pupils widen, creating paralysis
Confusion and fear
An ailing man, with рыба hooks everywhere
The biggest catch today
Pavement runs red, creating pain, flesh torn, creating animals
Torment and Horror
An aching man, aches no more
The рыба hook rips away
Smiles widen, creating youth, blood drips, creating paralysis
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an aging man, caught like a рыба on a hook
Getting reeled in, he's easy prey
Eyes sag, creating bags, pupils widen, creating paralysis
Confusion and fear
An ailing man, with рыба hooks everywhere
The biggest catch today
Pavement runs red, creating pain, flesh torn, creating animals
Torment and Horror
An aching man, aches no more
The рыба hook rips away
Smiles widen, creating youth, blood drips, creating paralysis
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“I’m so sorry,” I whispered. Shrinking into myself, I began to run away. The man wouldn’t catch me. But something held me back. I went back to him and reappeared. “Help me.” I wasn’t even sure he heard me I сказал(-а) it so low. Suddenly, my body couldn’t take the pain. There was a buzzing in my ears, a pounding in my head, and spots in my vision. It was then the darkness swallowed me whole.
I don't talk about this on a sheet
I want to everybody see
What Ты do of me
I'm become a princess
with a knight who not fearless
I want to watch a cloudless sky
because my сердце and my eyes cry
Chorus
It is what I want
It is what I need
And never other thing
that the Любовь which I want
The only thing I know
It's I'm better when Ты are
Near to me, did Ты know?
And I want that Ты are
Chorus
It's like
I have a нож in my back
It's like
I don't can stay in the black
Without what I want
Without what I need
Chorus x3
You're all I want
I'll be what Ты need
And ever other thing
If it's what Ты want
People say Цветы are beautiful.
They're beautiful, that's true.
They also provide oxygen for us.
People say weeds are ugly.
They apparently have no value,
Nor do they deserve to live.
I'm not talking weeds that grow in the garden.
I'm talking about wild plants.
Well, weeds are flowers, too.
Just give them a chance.
Once Ты get to know them, they're amazing.
They can be just as pretty as flowers.
I may not be an orchid или a sunflower.
I may not be a rose или an iris.
I'm еще of a dandelion.
I may be a weed, but I'm not so bad.
Give me half a chance. I'm pretty neat.
So, weeds are flowers, too.
Get to know them. They're pretty great.
They're beautiful, that's true.
They also provide oxygen for us.
People say weeds are ugly.
They apparently have no value,
Nor do they deserve to live.
I'm not talking weeds that grow in the garden.
I'm talking about wild plants.
Well, weeds are flowers, too.
Just give them a chance.
Once Ты get to know them, they're amazing.
They can be just as pretty as flowers.
I may not be an orchid или a sunflower.
I may not be a rose или an iris.
I'm еще of a dandelion.
I may be a weed, but I'm not so bad.
Give me half a chance. I'm pretty neat.
So, weeds are flowers, too.
Get to know them. They're pretty great.