EmilyCullen13

she is walking through the meadow of her memories plucking away petals of pastimes singing "forget him forget him not forget him forget him not...." inhaling fragrances of forgotten fragments in time feeling the prick of remembrances thorns wishing to spread the pesticide of amnesia please make me forget

my mind never stops perpetually racing running red lights thinking of this thinking of that thinking of you it must be going in circles it always comes back to you I'd throw myself in front of it just to make it crash burn stop

your face is ruined just a nightmare to me now every word drips out of your mouth like poison so sweet with a sour edge makes me sick to think of how easily I swallowed it it eats at my being my insides fizz inside your acid bubbling because of my blind belief in your best betrayal thank you for your contribution have a nice day

The clock is ticking Her heart is racing The platform below her Trembles to the rhythm Of her shaking knees A boy, stands before her Unknowingly assigned to the task ahead Unknowingly loved by her They talk their normal chit-chat They laugh their normal laughs But he doesn't see the fear Residing in her eyes Or the hope that he'll realize The trap door she stands upon The bell suddenly rings And the glass doors swing closed To form a box around her The clock ticks faster Only three minutes to spare To reverse the scars of time To give love another chance The tears start to flow As she screams to her

i sometimes feel bad for the stars so many people wish upon them wishing so hard for thier sometimes impossible wants to come true they must feel so useless hanging in the sky unable to do a thing for those counting on them whenever i see a falling star i wonder how many people must have wished on that star that it could no longer bear the weight of the world on its little points so feeling hopeless and over burdened it gives up like so many of us wish to do and hurtles toward earth out of control no way to stop wishing it had its own means of wishing cursing those who would be foolish enough to wish upon a speck in the infin