What's A Girl To Do?What's a girl to do,More Like This
When she's torn between the two?
He made her laugh,
Now he's the reason she's cried.
He taught her to live,
Now she's dying inside.
She got what she wanted,
A true boy to care.
But as live moves on,
It's too much to bear.
He was once perfect!
Or at least seemed to be.
And her sister always said,
That they were meant to be.
But then were is the spark?
That old rush of joy!
Her heart's beating quickly,
But not for the same boy.
He's sweet on her,
And treats her right.
He calls her "baby",
And talks with her till night.
Is she ready to give it up?
The boy who was perfect?
Replace him with this new boy,
But is it really worth it?
Her tears stain her pillow,
Her world is colored in blues.
She knows what her heart wants,
But who does she choose?
Is It Love?If I hugged you,More Like This
would you never let go?
If I kissed you,
would you cherish that moment?
If I reached for your hand,
would you take mine gently?
If I needed a shoulder,
would you let me cry on yours?
If I needed to talk,
would you really listen?
If I needed to scream,
would you do it with me?
If I needed to go,
would you come with me?
If I fell for you,
would you catch me?
or just let me hit the pavement?
He Is Not An Edward.He is not an Edward.More Like This
He doesn't stare at me every minute he is with me.
Or smell my hair and watch me sleep.
Won't follow me, like a lost puppy,
Sometimes, he'll even walk away.
He doesn't love me for my faults,
It's in spite of them.
He'll notice pretty girls, even think of
When he laughs at me, it's because I'm silly,
The thought of me getting hurt does not bring tears to his eyes.
He would not die if I died,
He is not an Edward.
And I am not a Bella.
We are real.
Our love is real.
Is more important, and genuine
Than idealistic, impossible fantasies.
I want a Sam.
Sticks and StonesSticks and stonesMore Like This
May break my bones,
But the blood I bleed reminds me.
The shattered glass
May show my past,
But scars show what's behind me.
The empty room
May fill me with gloom,
But the tears I've wept have burnt me.
A bullet that kills
May release all my thrills,
But names will never hurt me.
One Question.I only have a question.More Like This
It's a rather simple question,
but the answer isn't that easy.
Why dwell on what could have been?
Is one person,
worth all of that pain?
Is one decision?
worth all the strain?
Why look back at all the wrong?
When all you can do is move along?
You can never go back,
so don't regret.
Live every moment,
like it's the last.
life could end in a second.
I write...I write to ventMore Like This
I write to express myself
I write to connect with others in my same situation
I write because I'm afraid of what I'll do if I don't
Instead of actually doing something
I write it down and that is enough
Sometimes it's not enough and I have scars to show for it
I try to keep myself in check
I try to behave
I try to get people to like me
But sometimes it's just not enough
The funny thing
Is most people don't know why they dislike me
They just do
It feels like I'm fighting fate
There is a silly thing
It's just an excuse for people's miserable failures
Of course, I'm an emo for thinking that
I'm not though
I don't do it to be cool
I do it for that redeeming burst of endorphins
No one knows but me and my closest friends
I'm a cutter
Not an emo
Emo is a style, a fashion, a type of music
Cutters are people who have actual problems
Who are addicted to cutting and ashamed of it
Who try and pretend to be happy
So no one will know what they do
Cutters cut to cope
The New Kid A "bullshit" here, a "cocksucker" there. "You're a - ASSHOLE - very nice person."More Like This
"Excuse me?!" the girl slapped the blonde across the face. Hard. A bitch-slap more or less.
"I-I'm sorry - BITCH!" The quivering blonde tried apologizing, his disorder not letting him.
The brunette simply walked away from him, fuming.
Being the new kid in school, Thomas knew that everyone didn't know about his Tourettes. Some teachers knew, the principal knew, but none of the students. The syndrome caused him to blurt out profanities at other people at a moment's notice, causing him to immediately become an outcast in the school.
An outcast was an understatement.
He was literally singled out by the whole school.
Thomas didn't look any physically different from the rest of the students: he had a plaid, button up pale yellow shirt, faded dark green jeans, and black shoes. His hair was a messy golden blonde, uncombed on his head, and he had bags under his eyes like
Origins: Wammy's House. Ch.1Everyone, listen upthis is your new classmate.More Like This
There was no need for Mrs. Westbrooks statement. They had all seen the unfamiliar blonde boy standing in the doorway, and all conversation had ceased immediately. Although new students came to Wammys House every few months, it was extremely rare for one to enter this class directly. In addition, there was something about this particular boy that drew the eye and made it impossible to look away. Everyones heads turned in unison as he strode to the center of the classroom, and there was a collective surprised hiss of indrawn breath when he dropped his stack of notebooks on Mrs. Westbrooks desk.
Then some students tore their gazes away from the kid and looked at Mrs. Westbrook, waiting for the storm of furybut though her eyebrows creased into a frown, she chose not to lecture the new student on his first day.
Why dont you introd
DN: Handcuffs :LxLight:WARNING! This contains yaoi (Boy x Boy)More Like This
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After a long day at headquarters, I decided to relax. Well, it's kind of hard to relax with someone handcuffed to you who might be a serial killer. Light Yagami, soft light-brown hair, tan suit, and dark red tie. He was a portrait of perfection...it's hard to believe that he might be Kira, a mass murderer who can kill his victims just by knowing their name and face. Light had recently been in confinement, trying to prove that he was not indeed Kira. We finally proved that he was not Kira, but I still don't know 100%.
Now the two of us were sitting on a couch in our room at headquarters, attached to each other. It wasn't to my liking that we were handcuffed, but we had to do it to make sure that he was not Kira and just somehow hiding it. I tried to get the thoughts of Kira out of my head. My hand reached for a small plate with a slice of cake on it that was sitting on the table. I was about to take a bite
OhohohohoMeh here's some USxUK for you people~More Like This
Arthur strutted along stunningly. He was on his way to meet his lover, Alfred, for Valentine's Day. He smiled to see an alien hopping along, carrying a pringle in its mouth.
Arthur was almost to a bench when he came across an enticing cake, lying alone on a korean plate. "That must be a treat from my googly bear," he said to himself, and strutted over to it. The cake looked amazing, so he ate it.
It gave him the most sociable tingling sensation in his neck. "How unusual!" he said and continued strutting to see Alfred.
When Alfred came out to meet him, he took one look and fell over.
"What is it?" Arthur cried seductively.
"Your inner thigh! And your lips!" Alfred said. "They're hungry! Can't you feel it?"
Arthur felt his inner thigh and his lips. They were indeed quite hungry. "Oh, no!" Arthur said. "I'm a woman!" He, or rather, she started to cry. "It must have been that enticing
The Letter L _Revised_(A/N): This story contains gender switch. L is a girl in this story.More Like This
"The Letter L"
In his mailbox was a very conspicuous envelope and, even before Light attempted to open it, he knew that person must have sent it to him. The envelope was a brown, eleven by nine, and sealed with black twine around the seal; it was delivered with the rest of his mail earlier that morning. Other than his name and address, there was no return address and, after inspection, Light Yagami found nothing dangerous to be in it, other than a simple leaf of computer paper. This was the second letter he had received from that person, and he was not sure who "that person's" identity was. The first letter was simple and short and typed, of course.
"Dear Mister Light Yagami,
It is your best interest to cease and desist the publication of your current novel.
Please adhere to this message."
It was never signed, though the date was written in pen at the