Cry For Me
And hold my hand take all the pain away would you lie with me and hold me cry for me because i can't find the tears the memories are there they always have been i remember i was small the fun we had the trouble that we got into the love that we
Remember me
Your legacy of all you left behind that's not for me to say, for it's how you lived your life did you covet money, power, or petty shiny things where you kind to others or did you use them as a means did you cling to family
You and Me
You and me the warmth i feel when i hold you in my arms. the joy i feel when i look in to your eyes. the love i feel deep down when you say those words that make me love you ever more. you are the one that keeps me going every day.
Love Me
You know what they say: fool me once, shame on you, fool me twice, shame on me. i guess the shame was brought upon me because my "date" didn't even text me until that evening.
Fight Me
I ripped my own out of his grip like some jackie chan movie and pushed him away from me. "get your fucking hands off me!" then he charged at me, trying to punch me in the face. "you ungrateful fucking son-of-a-bitch!" he growled.
Dead To Me
\*\*\* "she said she'd meet me in this alley in the middle of the night," fran's best friend had admitted. "don't judge me right?"
Sincerely, Me.
Itself to me.
Heart in Me
You will never overcome me." "perhaps," he said as he brought his paw up. the light grew stronger in his grasp, shrinking the shadow even further. "but i will never stop trying."
Forget me not
Anger fired in me, one that i had buried deep in to me, i had not allowed myself to think of that day, it was too painful.
Vis me?
I wish I could define lost. Going by the definition when read from Merriam Webster's dictionary, it has many different ways of being applied depending on what situation you find yourself in. Sad, really. I find myself being drawn toward the subscripts...
Sing In Me, Holy One, and Through Me
"you got no call lookin down yer nose at me, jethro smith, i knowed rogers's took yer pay for work every bit as dirty as he done for me!"
Revaramek the Resplendent: Chapter Sixty
Mother used to tell me it was to help me blend in with the moss, and the leaves. and father would tell me markings were for show offs, anyway." she turned her head to stare at revaramek's copper stripes and splotches, smirking.