Black OutlineThe idea of my perfect partner being out there scares me,Black Outline
The concept is exciting yet unimaginable. I've never really believed in 'fate' or a 'soul mate', Yet this once I'll put my faith into something that seems … worthy.
I know that you're out there somewhere, And believe me when I say I'm searching. I don't know where and I don't know how far, But I know that you're there. Somewhere.
I know that you're out there thinking of your 'perfect' partner, And I wonder if it's directed towards me. I don't know who you want, and I don't know if I'll do, But I know
The Meaningless Game - LifeYou're just another useless part of the game, Another pointless piece of the puzzle, You think you're special and unique, But your space could be materialised to fit anyone.The Meaningless Game - Life
Burning down the bridges between the seas, Jumping to conclusions from imagination, You're unaware that you're not invincible, And soon, no one will be around to help you.
Consciously forgetting your support systems are fading, All the rainbows, you had built, are fading. Subconsciously you're aware that your efforts are meaningless, While the pot of gold is afraid that it will be forgotten. &
Not for the worldSummer kisses wishing for frostbitten lips, The moments that took our breath away. Winter kisses wishing for the spark to ignite, The romance went away with the season.Not for the world
A sense of nostalgia appears when I read through love letters, The emotion defined as dignity ties a knot in its stomach and tail, What I've lost quickly casts a shower over my sorry eyes, Making me remember nothing but those few, short months we spent together.
It isn't the best idea to get lost in thought or the past, But all that has happened to us makes us who we are today. Every past experience, eve
SorryTurn the mirror away from me, Don't let me see my reflection I don't need to be reminded of my many imperfections. Keep me from the world today, give me a place to hide From the people I hurt and treated like dirt even though they were on my side.Sorry
There'll be a time when I swallow my pride and come to apologise, To clean up all the mess I made and wipe your streaming eyes. But for now I'm just not ready, I'll save it for another day When I'll come knocking at your front door and this is what I'll say:
'I know it's a lie when you say you're okay, there's no need to pretend anymore.
i miss the lips that... Ii miss the lips that...
My clothes are crumpled and my hair needs a wash, but I'm way past the point of caring. Sitting and reading - Nineteen Eighty-Four takes my mind off this and my coffee keeps me warm. Grapevine Fires keeps my foot tapping, but otherwise, I’m not really here. These are simple distractions, if only to fill the space you left. I'm back then. Back when.
II
You used to brush the hair off my face, smiling into my tired eyes. You would obsess over my comfort; lifting my head carefully to place another pillow, then watch me wriggle down under the cover - searching
Hello  I'm Gavin Wilson. I'm 16 and from Manchester, England. I thought to myself about a year ago, after reading my best friends deviantart, that i should really get one of these. And so, a year later, here i am. Feel free to look through my stuff, and don't be affraid to tell me what you truely think. I hope you hear from you soon x |
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