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How can you believe when I don’t believe?
The hope and the happiness fell like the dust,
Of ancient documents,
And I cannot bear the sorrow.
We are meant to dance, to sing,
And yet there is no place for us,
No world in which I can ever sing or play again,
For my words don’t mean a thing and my heart no longer beats,
To that melodic magickal tune.
It has all gone.
There is nothing but darkness amongst us,
And there is no light that I can shine,
That can halt its presence around me.
Within myself I am a shadow,
A small hollow shell.
The fire inside cannot be relit,
Nothing is there to rekindle,
No faith, no joy, not even fury can awaken me.
As I do not believe in faeries,
I do not believe in faeries,
I do not believe in faeries,
As there are none left.
We’re gone.
The hope and the happiness fell like the dust,
Of ancient documents,
And I cannot bear the sorrow.
We are meant to dance, to sing,
And yet there is no place for us,
No world in which I can ever sing or play again,
For my words don’t mean a thing and my heart no longer beats,
To that melodic magickal tune.
It has all gone.
There is nothing but darkness amongst us,
And there is no light that I can shine,
That can halt its presence around me.
Within myself I am a shadow,
A small hollow shell.
The fire inside cannot be relit,
Nothing is there to rekindle,
No faith, no joy, not even fury can awaken me.
As I do not believe in faeries,
I do not believe in faeries,
I do not believe in faeries,
As there are none left.
We’re gone.
Literature
if i believe
copper eyes and the way his fingers tangled my hair was a revelation.
he has hands that know me, hands that understand every pale particle of my skin. they touch me, by molecules, down to the core. when he holds me i can feel his fingers on my collarbone, just resting, just quiet like they have found a place to belong.
he has eyes that gleam like a cheaper shade of gold. he has eyes and they know my soul.
if i trust him. i would
run into the horizon and dive into sunlight like a dream. if i could. if i could stop my breath for one moment, just one moment, and stare into the sky, forget my paperthin personality.
chocolate hair and the way
Literature
The Things We Cannot Do
The things we cannot do...
I cannot cry
Because I don't want people
To ask me 'Why' or 'What's wrong?'
I have to smile
for fear that people
will see the emotion hidden
by secrets and lies
I cannot run
Because i am to afraid
of the future that lies in store
I have to hide
For people think I'm content now,
And those that know the truth, no longer trust me to be myself
I wish to confess, but the words won't come.
Literature
What It Means
What it Means
A friend will share with you
Your laughter and pain
A friend will stand beside you
And always remain
A friend will always love you
As long as you feel the same
A friend is not concerned
With assigning blame!
Always waiting
Always telling the truth
Always believing
In all the things you can do
I...have seen all these things
And that's how I know what it means
A friend should never deny you
When you are in need
A friend should always cry with you
Whenever you bleed
A friend should always be your eyes
Whenever you can't see
A friend should always hold you hand
Because that's what a friend should be!
Always
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This is a piece I'm doing as a collab with *grimagix. He told me to write of a lost faerie who doesn't believe in herself anymore.
This is what I came up with. I hope its ok.
This is what I came up with. I hope its ok.
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Sam I still love this piece