I'm tired of Love SongsI'm tiredMore Like This
the same things
and over again.
All I hear
on the radio
in my house
is the same.
or the end
of a relationship.
how you got wasted
and your hangover
I want to hear
something other than
I want to hear
about the wrongness
of the human mind
of the human race.
I don't care
about how amazing
I don't care
that you stayed out until
that you're going insane
that you see the world
as a deeper
and darker place.
Not the same way
that all those
other shallow people
that we see it
is the real way
that the world is.
Life is not a lovesong.
America X Reader: So Kiss MeAmerica X Reader: So Kiss MeMore Like This
Kiss me out of the bearded barley
nightly, beside the green, green grass
Swing, swing, swing the spinning step
I'll wear those shoes and you will wear that dress.
"Come on, ______________ Please. Just one kiss"
You shook your head, walking away from Alfred "I said no"
"But why?" he frowned.
"Because you're not my type"
"So! We're friends and friends mean they like each other"
"We are friends and nothing more"
Alfred stopped when you turned the corner "Hmmmmm?"
He scratched his head and though of an Idea.
"I got it!"
Oh, kiss me beneath the milky twilight
Lead me out on the moonlit floor
Lift your open hand
Strike up the band and make the fireflies dance
Silver moon's sparkling
so kiss me
You heard a nock on your door "Coming!"
You opened the door to see Alfred, holding mistletoe.
"Merry Christmas!" He grinned.
"It's not Christmas yet..."You frowned.
You shut the door on his face and walked upstairs.
"......So that a no?"
Kiss me dow
AmericaxReader Twelve ReasonsAmericaxReaderMore Like This
"Listen up class. Because Christmas is rapidly approaching, I would like our class to do a Secret Santa gift exchange." Your teacher stated cheerfully, oblivious to the loud groans from a majority of the students. "I'd also like to add a small twist. Instead of getting your person one large gift, I would like you all to purchase twelve small things for the Twelve Days of Christmas. Obviously you give one gift to your person daily for the last twelve days of school before Christmas break. Understand?"
There was a mixed response from the class. Some students nodded their heads reluctantly, while others mumbled to themselves about how stupid this whole Secret Santa business was. You on the other hand turned to the person sitting next to you, your best friend Alfred F. Jones. You flashed him a smile, which he gladly returned. Alfred knew that Christmas was your favorite holiday.
"Now, I will be going around the class room with a bowl that contains all the names of the studen
Don't Fear the Dark [Grimsley x Reader]More Like This
The girl lost count of how many times she had challenged the Elite Four. At least a dozen; she was sure of that much. But it was the last member that she always chose to face who caused her to turn back running and lose the challenge.
Grimsley, the Dark-type master.
“Damn,” (name) murmured to herself as she stared at the ornate red door which would take her to his quarters. Her legs shook slightly and her bottom lip was becoming sore from chewing on it in nervousness. Neither Marshall nor Caitlyn nor even Shauntal had posed much of a problem to her - no, it was always him.
The girl had always been afraid of the dark. Ever since she was little, the inky blackness of the night’s shadows had given her chills. (Name) couldn’t exactly remember how or why she’d developed such a harrowing phobia to the dark but now, at the age of eighteen and having been travelling the Unova region for nearly four years, it was still prominent. Too prominent for her liking
According To Me (Grell x Reader)More Like This
According To Me
(Grell x Reader)
You sat on the lawn with a serious expression on your face. You scribbled quickly in a notebook, then your eyes darted across the sentences you wrote carefully. You frowned, crumpled up the page, and threw it away. You were about to start again when a flash of red darting by caught your attention.
You placed your guitar down on the grass and slung the pencil back over your shoulder. You chased the person into the nearby forest. He stopped by a large oak and pressed his hands against it.
“Grell?” You asked slowly. “What’s wrong?”
Grell glanced over his shoulder, tears in his eyes. “N-Nothing! Just go away!”
His words didn’t reach your ears. You approached him quickly and put your hands on his shoulders.
“It’s me! I’m so stupid and useless!” Grell sobbed. He smacke
William T. Spears - Let it GoAfter a long day of Hard work, William snapped and burst out into song and dance in the middle of the office...More Like This
Paperwork glows white on the desk tonight
Not a coffee break to be seen
An office of isolation,
And it looks like I’m the Supervisor.
The wind is howling like this swirling storm inside
Couldn’t keep it in, dispatch knows I tried
Don’t let them in, don’t let them see
Be the good reaper you always have to be
Conceal, don’t feel, don’t let them know
Well, now they know
*Throws paperwork into the air*
Let it go, let it go
Can’t hold it back anymore
Let it go, let it go
Turn away and slam the door
I don’t care
What they’re going to say
Let the work rage on,
The overtime never bothered me anyway
It’s funny how some distance
Makes everything seem small
And the fears that once controlled me
Can’t get to me at all
It’s time to see what I can do
To test the limits and break through
No right, no wrong