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Name: Rebeka Country: United States State: Pennsylvania Metro: Williamsport Gender: Female
Interests: I like writing pretty much anything. I'm in a band... I'm a very loyal member of SBOA .... *Anamia* Expertise: running from the past, forgetting. Occupation: Student
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Member Since:
4/22/2004
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| *Angel Eyes*
Curled up against this cold wall My skin still stings with your fingerprints, My skin is burning from your kiss of death. My wings were broken during my fall, I smashed into the ground, I laid there lifeless for a while. I have somehow found the strength to get up. But nothing seems right anymore. In times of danger I lose my head, And get my beating heart ripped out. In times of fear I lose my grip. And find myself falling... Down Down Down The ground approaching quickly, And no one there to catch me.
I'm sorry you felt the need To smash me like a worn out doll, I'm sorry it makes you sick to look at me. You took away my everything, But now it's time I rise again And try to be, all that is left for me to be. | | |
| Sticks and StoneLike so many monsters. It's the young blood he's after.
Like so many devils, He devours you whole.
He sucks out the soul, And licks off the bones.
He sucks out the dreams, And leave you in pieces.
He breaks you down slowly, Making your soul bleed.
He breaks you down from inside out, Till there's nothing left untouched.
And there's nothing left for me to say, He took away my everything.
There's nothing left for me to scream, It seems, he has taken my voice away.
*He kissed the girls And made them die. And when the cops came out to play All he had to do was lie.*
And oh, how we break like glass. Isn't it beautiful, The way the white skin and blood contrast
*Sticks and Stones may break my bones But your touch, breaks my soul* | | |
| These's a girl crying on a park bench, Her head, buried in her hands. Her face painted with stripes, From her acid tears.
She holds he head up for a moment, She thought she heard a voice drifting to her on the wind.
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| Antidote
Talking, talking, The words resound in endless patterns. Resaid and re-repeated. But for some reason you don't fight. And I think that makes it harder. I wish you would just tell me, What you're thinking when you look at me. Instead you just shake your head, Say nothing, And get back to your day.
You make stupid comments, That make me think, maybe you care, But when I try to talk about it, You say "I'll always be there." I'll have to admit, at some point and time, That I am scared. I don't want it to be this way. But I don't know what to say. I want you on my side, ' But still, somehow, I don't, and I don't know why.
I always plan out, what it is I want to say, But the second you walk through the door, All words melt away. I don't want to disappoint you, But I don't know what will. Because I can't read your mind, You are the only person I can't read, And sometimes it really bothers me. But the only thing I can do Is kiss you and say. "I'm so inlove with you."
Somehow I know You could be the antidote, To all of my confusion, If I just knew what you thought. I would be able to make a discussion But I know, it's not your fault, Or your choice to make. But my emotions, my will, Seem so frail. So willing to break....
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What is your eyes are trying to say, Please say it already, I don't have all day. But that is a lie, Because really I do, And I love just sitting here, Swimming in you.
What are you thinking, Won't you let it out, Won't you let me into your world, So I can understand what you're yelling about. And the words come out, Too quickly for me to truly understand, So I'll just sit back and laugh.
What are you thinking, When you sit there and stare, Because this deafening silence, At times, is too much to bare. So take my hand love, And dance to this music, That speaks to our hearts.
I will look up, As I swim in your arms. The music gets faster, And we're swept away, Drowning in words, Too meaningful, For us to even say.
So hold on to me, Darling, As the music once again slows, And I lay my head on your chest. The Scene comes to the end, While Juliet kisses her Romeo, We've beaten even them at this thing called love, We have a happy ending, and theirs is all Woe.
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