Don't know me ch 6
"don't worry demetrius, i won't judge you or hurt you, your master told me a bit of your story so you don't have to worry with me around ok." he said in a very kind, sincere and not to mention deep voice. "promise..."
Don't own me ch 3
"i...i don't know, i don't want to be hurt again." "b...but i wouldn't do anything to hurt you..." "that's what freed said when we we're dating, and look how i ended up." "...okay...i knew you wouldn't go out with me..." he said starting to tear up.
the sorry you don't care song
i'm so sorry that you all must hate me. WeLL None of you acre so why even sing. I'm sorry that I'm not an amazing wrighter and that I ask for and editor . But none of you even care so why sing.I would eat a thousand furs in massive detail just to get a...
Don't Fear the Reaper: Part 4
"i don't have to wear it. i choose to. it's my face.
Don't Fear the Reaper: Chapter 1
"c'mon, don't be problems...please don't be a problem...just be another guy coming through the front doors...please," he thought to himself. there was heavy breathing on the back of his neck...
Don't Fear the Reaper: Chapter 2
"just this once...grab my shoulder...but don't even think about making this into a habit..." trisha smiled and grabbed his arm, holding tight as he tugged on the rope roughly.
I don't know what to do.
** **benshu: they don't want your candy. just your smut.** **me: that is so not true!** **benshu: just look at all the favorites you got!** **[i look, seeing that i passed the double digits.]** **me: dammit benshu!**
Don't Ask the Compass (Otherwise Untitled)
~ "if you don't mind my asking...", peter volunteered as ms. vineheart folded the rug. the engineer nodded, amicable to the inquiry as he continued, "how do you know which way to pray, when we're out in deep space like this?"
Don't Pay for Water (Otherwise Untitled)
~ the bear shook his head with a slow nod towards the door they'd last seen the waiter step through, "i don't really have the... papers... to talk with the cops, if ya' dig."
I Don't Know the Color of His Eyes
Getting back into poetry i don't know the color of his eyes i have seen them more that most yet their color escapes me. i am quite fond of their host but their shade i never see. every time i take a look i get lost in their luster.
Don't use checks in Retail (Otherwise Untitled)
~ The old rabbit worried at his ear a bit, gazing up at the confusing mess of words, numbers, and subdued brown colors on the sign behind the counter. He still had time to sort this out, at least. The cashier and other customers didn't seem to be...
Home, why don't I have one?
I'm so tired...and I'm not talking about being sleepy, but i am that which lets me think clearer than when I'm awake...I'm talking about, your very soul itself is feeling the strain and just wants to give up and crawl away. Ever since i left Detroit...