Broken wings;
sitting there crying,
is an Angel dying,
clutching her broken wing,
whilst trying to piece together her broken ring,
why has she been chosen for this fate,
this angel, does got not appreciate?
her heavenly tears flowing,
as she can feel her life is going,
her moyo is hurting,
she feels she hasn't done enough for gods earnings,
drip drop, drip drop,
her tears come to a sudden stop,
shes aliyopewa up on her halo,
shes aliyopewa up on her wings,
if this is gods will,
she will force herself to fulfill,
in life and death this is what she choose to follow,
and now she will wait until tomorrow,
she knows what she must do,
even with the regrets, she will tie her first noose
return to the heavens oh Angel of death, as this fate wewe have been chosen to condemn"
Arms of regret;
As my tears flow,
my moyo hurts from the feeling of regret i know will follow,
cradled in the arms of regret,
the times I've done him wrong i try to forget,
The sadness in his eyes portrayed,
as it was him whom I've betrayed,
the lies i told him,
tore him limb kwa limb,
the moto i set to his heart,
left him forever torn apart,
the tears i caused him to shed,
cursed him with the moyo of the depressed,
these arms of regret,
will utoto me to my death,
the memories of sorrow that i left,
carried him to his end,
they held him as he cried,
and gently kissed him goodbye as he committed suicide,
As i watched his last tear fall from his eye,
i realized that i was the reason for his despise of life,
the image of his face covered in blood,
Plastered to my heart,
this i will never forget,
oh how i hate this arms of regret
hope u liek em xxxx
sitting there crying,
is an Angel dying,
clutching her broken wing,
whilst trying to piece together her broken ring,
why has she been chosen for this fate,
this angel, does got not appreciate?
her heavenly tears flowing,
as she can feel her life is going,
her moyo is hurting,
she feels she hasn't done enough for gods earnings,
drip drop, drip drop,
her tears come to a sudden stop,
shes aliyopewa up on her halo,
shes aliyopewa up on her wings,
if this is gods will,
she will force herself to fulfill,
in life and death this is what she choose to follow,
and now she will wait until tomorrow,
she knows what she must do,
even with the regrets, she will tie her first noose
return to the heavens oh Angel of death, as this fate wewe have been chosen to condemn"
Arms of regret;
As my tears flow,
my moyo hurts from the feeling of regret i know will follow,
cradled in the arms of regret,
the times I've done him wrong i try to forget,
The sadness in his eyes portrayed,
as it was him whom I've betrayed,
the lies i told him,
tore him limb kwa limb,
the moto i set to his heart,
left him forever torn apart,
the tears i caused him to shed,
cursed him with the moyo of the depressed,
these arms of regret,
will utoto me to my death,
the memories of sorrow that i left,
carried him to his end,
they held him as he cried,
and gently kissed him goodbye as he committed suicide,
As i watched his last tear fall from his eye,
i realized that i was the reason for his despise of life,
the image of his face covered in blood,
Plastered to my heart,
this i will never forget,
oh how i hate this arms of regret
hope u liek em xxxx
Black roses;
They became the roses that where once red,
They became this Black when my moyo bled,
They Represent my Sorrows,
They represent the path my moyo follows,
Black roses;
the symbol of my heart,
this is what it became, once i fell apart
Black roses,
there's a beauty hidden in this Darkened rose,
as it Stands innocently Maintaining its pose,
A beauty that Attracts those who have gone astray,
it frees them of thier hearts pain,
Black roses;
So beautiful wewe are,
Your as raidient as a shining star
Razor blade roses,
free me of your grip,
as your sharp ends are causing my skin to split,
Theres nothing like this pain,
but for this moment, i will let the blood rain,
the beauty pours from its core,
Spreading eagerly across its Petal covered floors,
Pain becomes pleasure,
As this rose is tempting me with its beauty,
free me from your grip,
and let the blades slip
i hpoe wewe like them (:
They became the roses that where once red,
They became this Black when my moyo bled,
They Represent my Sorrows,
They represent the path my moyo follows,
Black roses;
the symbol of my heart,
this is what it became, once i fell apart
Black roses,
there's a beauty hidden in this Darkened rose,
as it Stands innocently Maintaining its pose,
A beauty that Attracts those who have gone astray,
it frees them of thier hearts pain,
Black roses;
So beautiful wewe are,
Your as raidient as a shining star
Razor blade roses,
free me of your grip,
as your sharp ends are causing my skin to split,
Theres nothing like this pain,
but for this moment, i will let the blood rain,
the beauty pours from its core,
Spreading eagerly across its Petal covered floors,
Pain becomes pleasure,
As this rose is tempting me with its beauty,
free me from your grip,
and let the blades slip
i hpoe wewe like them (:
To her, memeories are a painful reminder of the past. She has a box full of them. She has an idea. She takes the box full of memories to a field. She opens it and takes out the worst memory of all. It's a picture of them smiling. She gets angry and rips it in half. She takes a lighter and sets the picture on fire. She sets it on the box. All the memeories she kept hidden, go up in flames. She smiles, then leaves. The flames eventually die down. Her memories are completely lost. And she's happy about it.