Apologies

I am apologetic for all the wrong I have done,
All the pain I have caused you,
But one thing I will never be sorry for,
is the fact that I am imperfect.

Farewell

All that is left is goodbye,

And a bucket full of emptiness

Reflected in the pool of tears,

That drowns our forgotten memories,

That drowns our promise of forever.

Say

I have a lot to say, but no words to say it with.

Art.

You seem to have perfected the art of tearing my world apart.

Games.

I am no longer a pawn in your game,
everything is not going to remain the same,
your stench of fear,
has caused so many tears,
my heart broke into pieces,
as it followed your wishes,
My soul bound in chains,
Chains of your torturous pain,
The key hidden under your tongue,
with millions of words unsung.
They will come upon you one gloomy day,
and take you down with the games you play.

Music.

The reason we say music speaks to us is not because of the remorse or understanding of the pain or happiness we experience, but because it is a whole other world that sounds a lot like our own.

.

It was a typical story. The girl felt beautiful twirling with confidence. She felt like a princess. Her heart eager for someone to come capture. Typical. Their words began to echo in her mind. The twirling stopped. Her heart waiting to be captured was under siege. It battled pain, it battled the whispers, it built walls, it shot back on occasion. The heart left for capture was disintegrating into nothingness. Reflections became enemies.Once upon time, there was a princess who learned that happy ever after never did exist.Especially for a girl like her.