Dying From LoveDying From LoveHis sweet words touched her heartNow it is bleeding and torn apartHis gentle touch as he held her handNow it is empty as a barren landHis tender kiss across her lipsIgnited something deep withinNow they are parched and dryCraving moisture that he would provideHe caressed her heart with his loveNow it is screaming from the painDying slowly as she cries in the rain
goodnight mooni am very sad and tired and crying wont lessen this knot in the space between my lungs so there is a cold marblefestering inside me someday it will implode and become a dead star because thats what we are,essentially,cosmic waste and star shitwhat is it like to be compared to the sun?i was always a moonwhy do boys think its okay to sink their claws into us and then blame girls for a chipped tooththey dont bother to see blood-soaked bandagesunder our shirts that show our shouldersand they think we faint at the sight of redi am very sad and tired and i wont get angry anymorebecause being angry is being alive and i dont need thatright now
Money can't buy happiness."Money can't buy happiness" This is the old tale we all know so well,The proof lies here in the tale I am about to tell.There was once a beautiful, smart and rich woman,She was powerful and seemingly had everything. Yet, although she had all this, she was miserable,It's a sad truth, but then again, it's a sad tale.She lost someone, it hurt her badly, it made her sad,She'll be fine, but it hurts... She could be going mad. But no, it was normal to hurt after such a loss,There was a man to look after her, whatever the cost.She was a proud, beautiful, smart and rich woman,She was powerful and seemingly had everything. But on the inside, her heart was hurting,The reason why this tale is so saddening.She was rich, she was powerful, she had everything,Yet she was about to break, just like anyone or anything.