This woman, my lover. by DestructoSpin, literature
Literature
This woman, my lover.
In mist she was standing
Her look condescending
As eyes meet together
This feels everlasting
I can see right through her
The smiling at me...
The moment I felt it
Such burning degree
We float on forever
Fly high with our fate
For we had some choices
Some choices were made
The time finally coming
To douse out this fire
I must tell this person
This woman, my lover.
You close your eyes and its gone.
Going way to fast, at first seeming impossible.
Guess what it's here, time to move on, move up, move away.
All the time spent spared, all the memories we've shared.
Marrying bliss and melancholy emotions together.
The fights, the friends, the failures,
the first time we ever met each other.
But before we shed our tears, and say our goodbyes remember this,
the memories of you all will forever live on,
in the safest place on earth, in each and every one of our hearts.
To never be forgotten, to never be shun.
And on that glorious day we shall all yell at the top of our lungs.
We are the class of 2008
The sky is black.
You see an house in the middle of a farm.
A large two story house of a deep red color is set in the middle of his vast yard.
All the lights are off but one.
The yellow hue of the light interests you.
You begin to walk towards the house.
You see an old man, about in his late fourties sitting on his front stoop.
He is wearing a ripped red flannel shirt and blue jeans with one leg torn off.
Your eyes connect.
You stop walking.
This lasts for merely seconds, but these seconds seem to last forever.
His eyes, although a soft brown, seem to irritate you almost to the point of insanity.
You begin to ponder who this man i
This woman, my lover. by DestructoSpin, literature
Literature
This woman, my lover.
In mist she was standing
Her look condescending
As eyes meet together
This feels everlasting
I can see right through her
The smiling at me...
The moment I felt it
Such burning degree
We float on forever
Fly high with our fate
For we had some choices
Some choices were made
The time finally coming
To douse out this fire
I must tell this person
This woman, my lover.
You close your eyes and its gone.
Going way to fast, at first seeming impossible.
Guess what it's here, time to move on, move up, move away.
All the time spent spared, all the memories we've shared.
Marrying bliss and melancholy emotions together.
The fights, the friends, the failures,
the first time we ever met each other.
But before we shed our tears, and say our goodbyes remember this,
the memories of you all will forever live on,
in the safest place on earth, in each and every one of our hearts.
To never be forgotten, to never be shun.
And on that glorious day we shall all yell at the top of our lungs.
We are the class of 2008
The sky is black.
You see an house in the middle of a farm.
A large two story house of a deep red color is set in the middle of his vast yard.
All the lights are off but one.
The yellow hue of the light interests you.
You begin to walk towards the house.
You see an old man, about in his late fourties sitting on his front stoop.
He is wearing a ripped red flannel shirt and blue jeans with one leg torn off.
Your eyes connect.
You stop walking.
This lasts for merely seconds, but these seconds seem to last forever.
His eyes, although a soft brown, seem to irritate you almost to the point of insanity.
You begin to ponder who this man i
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An excerpt from police records.
(Sunday, March 1st, 2009 @ approximately 4:25 AM) Investigators of the Gwinnett County Police Accident Investigation Unit responded to a motor vehicle fatality on Interstate 85 near Lawrenceville-Suwanee Road in unincorporated Suwanee, which is an area of Gwinnett County.
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FUCK me twice, it's my fault...
The new layout of dA is pissing me off, it's organized for the sake of being organized....stupid bitches
Im tired, goodnight.