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The Colour Of LoveWhy can't love be green?
Green like hope?
Green like the first bud in spring's awakening?
Why can't love be blue?
Blue like the endless vast sky?
Blue like the fathomless sea with its umpteen currents?
Why can't love be yellow?
Yellow like the cheery flittering butterfly?
Yellow like the sun shining high upon donating warmth?
Why can't love be white?
White like gently, tentative falling snowflakes?
White like the pure innocent quietude within us?
Why not black?
Black like the night belonging to the lovers?
Black like the death reuniting departed love?
Why must love be red?
Red like the fervidness?
Red like a rose?
Red like f
His Soul Burns Brighter. His Soul Burns Brighter.
There is a boy
Who feels too much
But cannot say
What he needs to say.
So he thinks a lot
Hours and hours
Every day,
And then he began to write.
He quickly writes down
What he has wanted to say:
Whispers and secrets
Love and hate…
In just a few short years
He will have burned through
Thousands of papers
With a colored pen and an eager hand.
He never erases
For he loves
Each and every word
And someday
He wants his thoughts
to be blatantly heard.
His soul burns brighter
Than any of ours ever could...
We can plead and wish
But we do not have
His unique gifts.
His eyes change color
Heartbreak
"I think we should break up . . ."
Was the moment
everything went black.
All I felt was hot tears
and pain.
I don't remember anything
after that moment when it ended.
I just remember how hurt I was.
I vaguely recall anything happy
that happened during that time.
I remember crying every night.
I recall forcing myself
to relive the pain.
The moment I broke your heart
and mine.
Everything was black.
There was no color in the world.
My friends were worried about me.
They tried to comfort me.
But I didn't listen.
They tried to break me out of my depression.
But all I heard was:
Blah
blah
blah!
I didn't want to get better.
EnglandxReader: The SceneThere you were. Standing in front of everyone on that scene, practically glowing. You were excited, yet scared of this. You were sure that your appearance was just perfect for this event. Holding microphone in your hand like it was your trophy, you exhaled the scent of need for music.
When you opened your mouth, the time has stopped for you – the next thing you remembered was wild shouts and screams in your ears. The lights were glowing, blinding you for a bit. You shook your head and laughed.
You stepped out of scene with smile on your face. Someone was meant to wait for you there. You searched for blonde hair in the crowd and unfortu
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