The cliff.
The waters.
The rushing black water that goads me.
It wants me.
It understands me.
It knows I'm willing.
My reflection.
As it ripples.
My ashen skin.
My crumbled face.
The small tear that plummets and mixes.
The rushing black water receives it.
The rocks.
Jagged and taunting.
I can't slip.
Or else my tears won't be the only ones.
The only ones.
Plummeting to their death.
I'm ready.
Deep breaths.
Deep and even breaths.
I hold my appendages close.
I hear the water coaxing me.
I give in.
And I jump.
The cliff.
The waters.
The rushing black water that goads me.
It wants me.
It understand me.
It knows I'm willing.
My reflection.
As it ripples.
My ashen skin.
My crumbled face.
The small tear that plummets and mixes.
The rushing black water receives it.
The rocks.
Jagged and taunting.
I can't slip.
Or else my tears won't be the only ones.
The only ones.
Plummeting to their death.
I'm ready.
Deep breaths.
Deep and even breaths.
I hold my appendages close.
I hear the water coaxing me.
I give in.
And I jump.
If I could, I would fly to you
Fly from here, and come to you
Take your hand, and fly with you
Close your eyes, and drift with me
If I could, I would come with you
Fly from here, and leave with you
Take your hand, and soar to you
Close your eyes, and believe with me.
If I could, I would spread my wings
Dust them off, and hold you close to me
Fly through tides, and sail over seas
Close your eyes, and sail with me
If I could, I would be with you
Forever and ever, I would sleep with you
Take my hand, and sing to me
Close your eyes, and believe with me
The cliff.
The waters.
The rushing black water that goads me.
It wants me.
It understands me.
It knows I'm willing.
My reflection.
As it ripples.
My ashen skin.
My crumbled face.
The small tear that plummets and mixes.
The rushing black water receives it.
The rocks.
Jagged and taunting.
I can't slip.
Or else my tears won't be the only ones.
The only ones.
Plummeting to their death.
I'm ready.
Deep breaths.
Deep and even breaths.
I hold my appendages close.
I hear the water coaxing me.
I give in.
And I jump.
The cliff.
The waters.
The rushing black water that goads me.
It wants me.
It understand me.
It knows I'm willing.
My reflection.
As it ripples.
My ashen skin.
My crumbled face.
The small tear that plummets and mixes.
The rushing black water receives it.
The rocks.
Jagged and taunting.
I can't slip.
Or else my tears won't be the only ones.
The only ones.
Plummeting to their death.
I'm ready.
Deep breaths.
Deep and even breaths.
I hold my appendages close.
I hear the water coaxing me.
I give in.
And I jump.
If I could, I would fly to you
Fly from here, and come to you
Take your hand, and fly with you
Close your eyes, and drift with me
If I could, I would come with you
Fly from here, and leave with you
Take your hand, and soar to you
Close your eyes, and believe with me.
If I could, I would spread my wings
Dust them off, and hold you close to me
Fly through tides, and sail over seas
Close your eyes, and sail with me
If I could, I would be with you
Forever and ever, I would sleep with you
Take my hand, and sing to me
Close your eyes, and believe with me
"Reality" TV is for bums like me that have nothing to do.
I think it was made especially for me. (:
Producer : "Let's dedicate all this mindless garb to a specific teen that will sit around and watch it."
Executives and Cast: "We shall name it 'Reality TV' "
And that's how it all started.
And so here we are. Me, watching brainless shows that I will not name, as I don't wish to be kicked up the arse. *coughs* But I bet you know them.
One starts with a 9 and ends with a 0. =)
So now, I am taking a break from my mango-eating, reality TV show-watching, music player in my ear-indulging stupor to type this.
Hope you enjoyed my brainless ins
I'm sad, and I can't help it.
I miss him, and want to talk to him. I would, if I could.
But it's not that easy.
It's not as if he'd listen. What would I say? "I'm sorry."? How played out and overused is that?
Ugh, I screwed up, big time. And I lost him. And I want to move on, forget it, but it keeps picking at my heart and scraping it and leaving holes and tears.
So here are the Facts of Life, summarized by me:
Don't set yourself up for pain.
Don't hide behind sheaths or barriers, thinking that you're safe from having a broken heart; cos you are not.
Don't let go of that special one, no matter what.
If you're in love, you'll know it.