How Do I Tell You?Two Souls searchingFor words to speak.Their bodies hold strongBut alone they are weak.The time for talkingHas long gone.When two hearts collideSinging love's soundless song.Communication through kisses,Speaking through touch,Singing through wishes,When the desire is too much.
Every Girl's DreamUnfolding Pink RosesThe color paints her cheeks.This man kneels before herAnd with sincerity he speaks.First, Pledging his loveTo the undying stars.Then promising to healAll of her beautiful scars.Opening a velvet boxFor all to see.He boldly asks the question,"Will you marry me?"Surprise overcomesHer fast beating heart.Bursting with emotionShe might fall apart.Inhaling a shaky breathAnd exhaling a smile,She nods her headKnowing they'll be together for a while.
Your AngelIs there a differenceBetween Heaven and Hell?Where were youWhen your sweet Angel fell?That's what you called me,Saying "My Angel, My Dear!"That's what you told meAssuring you'd always be here.But where are you now?I'm falling, you see.Will you come backTo valiantly rescue me?The clouds are dyingAnd so is my soul.My heart is bottomless,It is a black hole.Is there a differenceBetween Heaven and Hell?I'm so far goneI can no longer tell.Endless it seams,Falling this way.My sunshine is gone.Is it night or day?I was your Angel,At least that's what you said.But my wings are brokenAnd they'll never mend.My Black Heart is at warWith my psychotic mind.I'm falling from heavenBecause you left me behind.Is there a differenceBetween Heaven and Hell?When I'm gone please rememberThat I still wish you well.
Keepers Of Time 2.0Ashen's P.O.V Rowan walked into the room quietly but I could feel some other emotion radiating from her. She was trying to hide it from me and she was failing miserably. I uncurled myself from around my sketchbook where I had been prototyping an idea for a special weapon. Gently, I placed down the delicate paper and gazed up at Rowan to get a better grip on her emotions. She was turned away from me and I could tell that she was focusing all her might on hiding whatever it was that she didn't want me to know. The only feelings I could read were fear and happiness but there were also other underlying things that I couldn't quite make out. I figured she would tell me when she was ready, or I would figure it out on my own so I didn't ask her about the sudden shift in mood. Instead I tried to figure out what she was doing. Rowan pressed the invisible button on our wall and