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June
Chilled my heart in the darkness
Memories in the endless night
Your voice in the cold phone line
I hear, as despair grips me tight
July
It was just a stupid phase
You would always stay
But laughter lost its joyous sound
When you set your final day
August
“Missing” in the cruellest night
Desperately they called your name
As you stared behind the glass
Like daggers, felt the blame
September
Like sand in the hourglass
Falling through our hands
Scars and smiles not forgotten
As they namelessly demand
October
Echoes from forsaken childhood
Ring true with this lie
You returned with the hollow laughter
But inside you had died
November
I tried to hide you from them
The inner child cried
Setting loose these demons
I never said goodbye
December
The talking seemed so empty
My past was still alive
Reflected in your eyes I’d seen
Another's name I’d cried
January
Chilled my heart in the darkness
Memories in the endless night
Your voice in the cold phone line
I hear, as despair grips me tight
Chilled my heart in the darkness
Memories in the endless night
Your voice in the cold phone line
I hear, as despair grips me tight
July
It was just a stupid phase
You would always stay
But laughter lost its joyous sound
When you set your final day
August
“Missing” in the cruellest night
Desperately they called your name
As you stared behind the glass
Like daggers, felt the blame
September
Like sand in the hourglass
Falling through our hands
Scars and smiles not forgotten
As they namelessly demand
October
Echoes from forsaken childhood
Ring true with this lie
You returned with the hollow laughter
But inside you had died
November
I tried to hide you from them
The inner child cried
Setting loose these demons
I never said goodbye
December
The talking seemed so empty
My past was still alive
Reflected in your eyes I’d seen
Another's name I’d cried
January
Chilled my heart in the darkness
Memories in the endless night
Your voice in the cold phone line
I hear, as despair grips me tight
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Literature
Fairy Tale
I'll write you a fairy tale about you and I,
I'll show you the world through a writers' mind,
Set you free through an endless imagination,
as you see how we're always thinking,
letting loose as our minds are free,
You'll discover what it's like to me,
hopeless romantic lost at sea,
You'll understand how much you mean to me,
even if it takes a lifetime span,
Your fairy tale will have an end,
As two were together,
then set apart,
found each other,
exchanged hearts,
you have mine,
as I have yours,
forever together,
and many more,
Fairy tale so short,
yet set in stone,
the tale of two lovers,
from worlds unknown.
Literature
Will you remember?
Remember me
For who I was
Not for who you thought I could be
For the good I did
Not for the pain I caused you all
For the times I smiled
Not for the days of misery
For the fights I won
Not for the times I was a failure
For the good memories
Not for the shit I started
For being a friend you loved
Not for being a waste of space
And if you can't remember me for that
Then please
Just don't remember me at all
Literature
Fairy-Tales
My lips aren't as red as snow white, but they can be.
I haven't lost my glass slipper, but you can take it.
I cannot hold my breath as long as Ariel, but you can show me.
I have a red hood, but the wolves are too fast for me.
I've kissed a frog but received no prince.
Slept in a bear's bed, but I didn't survive.
I've been down many rabbit-holes but never have I left with a clear mind.
I have had my share of lies, but my nose refuses to grow.
I've grown too old to dream of flying, Never gone to Neverland.
I have made my bed and slept, waiting for a prince that never came.
Spent hours with lions who never gave me wise advice.
Whisper
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This is a really personal fiction, so to speak. I don't really know what to say, but if it doesn't make sense, it's not really supposed to anyway.
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its captivating in away. i read it like three times very well done!!!