Hm...
Positives, positives what to say
I have pretty porcelain skin
That shines as bright as day
My eyes are a mix of grey, green, gold, and brown
A prism of colour all the way around
My hair is the colour of fire
That glows with bright red flames
My dimples are-
Hey! What's your game?
Lets not forget you filthy whore
You've slept with at least a dozen men
And you're bigger than a store
Your stomach and thighs are nothing but fat
Who the hell would wanna get near that?
Covered from head to toe in scars and burns
Face it, you're nothing but a-
Excuse me, let me finish
As I was saying
My dimples are faint and cute
Onset by
I have thirty minutes
This clock is ticking
My pulse is getting weaker
As I stare blankly up at the ceiling
Thoughts of you
Of us
Fill my vision
I wish you could see how deeply
Truly
Madly in love with you I am
And how much you've hurt me so
My vision is starting to blur
My senses are becoming less attuned
It's almost time
Tears form in my eyes
I think about my very last breath
How soon it will be here
I'm not ready to die
There's so much more I wanted to do
With you
I'd give anything
ANYTHING
To just be friends with you again
To see your smile
To hear your laugh
Oh how I long to hear your sweet, wonderful voice
Whi
Darling Daughter by BR0KEN-TYP3-WRIT3R, literature
Literature
Darling Daughter
I often wonder what she would've looked like
I know it was gonna be a girl
I've always wanted two girls and one boy
The boy being the youngest
Perhaps I'm being foolish
Dreaming about the future
But you already made this future happen
We made this future happen
You and me
She would have your eyes
Your magnificent green eyes
And strawberry blond hair
Her dimples would be faint
And her smile would be perfect
She would've been tall
Not too tall, but not too short either
Reading would've been her favourite hobby
She would've loved everything we love
She would've been just like us
There would've only been one difference
Our dau
The Songbird's Reply by BR0KEN-TYP3-WRIT3R, literature
Literature
The Songbird's Reply
I am not a songbird
I am a raven
My voice is hoarse from all the tears I've cried
Despite my unwelcoming appearance I am a gentle creature
A loving bird
I am not evil
I do not kill for pleasure
My cry scares off all those who hear it
They don't even listen to what I say
I am a bird of meaning
A bird of love
I do not lash out in anger unless I have reason to
I am sweet
I am caring
I am beautiful
But I am sad
I am lonely
I am unloved
You look into my eyes
And turn your head in disgust
You see my tears and spit on me
You hear my cry and kick me away
A sweet fox beacons to you
Her luxurious orange-red coat attracts you to