When I Was Young...
But in my madness, and still, in my sadness, there's something i cling to with hope and a prayer that one day i'll find it, or worse, leave behind it, but still it remains like the chains that bind it to me...
I love you....
She says that it is over that is really it this time her life is torn apart and her heart is in a bind patiently waiting for those feelings to fade away it makes it harder when he crosses her mind everyday.
Hue and Cry
Of the **breath** **cap** tured by **heat** to the **land** we re **store** **all** around **us** , the land **grows** with our **minds** **still** to this **day** do we **wor** ship the **fire** **with** every **dawn** , the light **al** ways un **binds
Poem: Freed Chains
Poem: freed chains fallen chains which once revealed the hidden truth, release your binds of unholy rest, knowing the hidden truth shall be known.
Never Let Me Go
I can't stay here forever for the first time, i found love - i hope our souls intertwine - i hope peace descends like a dove upon this house - you and i are in a bind.
Finding My Husband in Another World: Season 2: Chapter 6: Captured
Our clan is basically a very large family and when father wants something or someone he makes sure to bind them to us." i didn't say anything. ren was right locke was out of the party.
The Sylarium : Part 2
Kaleramek unlocked the band around his jaws and moved on to his wing bindings. "who are you? what are you doing?" thorolos asked kaleramek. "keep still."
Ofenna's Royal Proposition
His paw pushed gently on the bruise he'd left, but that made her see colours and growl again, straining the bindings. "my my, such a temper.
What is it to Love?
Loves now past flash through my mind people now gone to my heart i bind friends and family, strangers and foes to all of them a simple question i pose there's so many words we use every day each one unique in its own special way but certain
Freedom
Take those binds, grasp the chains, and break them all seize a break, see the sun, just say to all the pain, no. take the words of those who care and drown the drawl.
Writing is Magic
I see entire worlds behind my eyes and i take up a pen and cast a spell, binding my words like runes into the long dead carcass of a tree and there they stay, undirected but charged burned into the page with potential and when someone
Some’it...
Still whisper more than needed a grasp on reality shaken again, an old feeling is all that's proceeded no motion to make for change what's left is the same old kinda "strange" a day dream of a nightmare still filled with fear it's blinding, always binding