I Can't Bring Myself To Stop You
In a years time my heart will be torn asunder and all this time will seem like one big blunder you say that all you want is to move away and the tone in your voice makes it seem like from that nothing will make you sway you've helped me glue together
Tears
Tears. blood red tears ripped and torn from the very depths of your heart. things that flow from your soul outward, flow so the whole world can see your pain; your destruction. let the tears flow...pour your soul out. let it spill upon the floor as your
In Thought
Love has torn me apart from the inside out and broke me down. as life goes on, i start to find no point in rebuilding on soiled grounds. consistency; a time relapse. nothing more or less to describe my continuous days of current life.
Summary
He does his best to keep it safe, but he's torn between telling ivy and keeping it to himself.
Lost
Wings, torn apart. ragged leather, flapping weakly chipping, milky scales, once brilliant and green is she dead? no, she cries. she makes no sound. she makes no move. staring out, remembering, lost so lost... she'll never see him again.
Poem #80: Ghost
_ghost_ there is something in the air something i cannot see i feel the passing there she has been torn away from me someone i cannot see listen to the reasoning of the blissful child running through the air blustering where the hedge is wild
MF-Ep12-The Reluctant Badger-
Adam to everyone's surprise agreed to let them join, as he was really torn up over what happened. later on dominique became a very powerful asset to the team being able to land deady blows with his water crossbow to any monsters they faced.
Prophet of The Zyl Prolouge
Time past and a son was born. but a jealous uncle made it torn. the zyl and zylness killed. uncle claimed his fill. the uncle became the new zyl. and became cruel to no tell. a mage was summoned. son was lost through time.
The grid (government views)
He told the public that it was all to help protect us encase the ozone was torn wide open or destroyed.
Better off Dead
Cars were torn apart as the pierced the sides of brick walls, broken glass, plastic bottles and assortment of other garbage was all over the streets.
Mourning The Sun
Too young to speak in more than incomprehensible babble, the calf happily played alone, watched over by her mother who worked on a basket of her mate's torn clothing.
Shifting
The noise problem hadn't been much of an issue after she'd torn out his throat. now he was a bloody mess on the couch, soaking the matted gray fabric to turn it a wet black.