70 Recent Deviations
Featured: Never again.
He IsHe is the sun to my skyHe Is by 75tennis
He is the air that I breathe
He is the wind blowing through my hair
He is the music of my soul
He is the beat of my heart
He is my castle
He is my strength
He is my life
He is my love
MasqueradeColorful dresses and splendid masksMasquerade by 75tennis
Dance with me before the night is gone
Right now the colors are making me dizzy
I want to escape it all for one night
Me and You
Together swirling under the night sky
I need to know who you are
Take off the mask tonight
I need to know the girl behind the mask
.Sleeping beauty.The little doll her favorite toy. The doll's color faded, full with patches almost everywhere. She is "The Sleeping Beauty" as you call her. She is always with you, you can't sleep without her. Sometimes, I associate you with this fairytale. I just want to imagine that someday, you will wake up from your lethargy. Sweetheart...Sleeping beauty. by BlackRoseMew
You are one with my heart. I'm happy every day I come to see you, to play with you, to comb you hair, to get you in the garden to welcome the spring, the summer, the autumn, the winter. I would never let you do it alone. Your parents stopped coming everyday. They left their hopes behind. It's understood after those years, it's exhausting. However, what matters more is you. They should be here by your side, even if you don't know the reason. But you have not to worry about anything, I will always be here for you.
Your body has grown, your hands are hard. You get tired more easily when you're playing in the yard. Your face is wrinkled. Your mind, however,
Remember.The first letter I received from you was in the fourth grade, do you remember?Remember. by BlackRoseMew
It was a message written in orange, on a wrinkled piece of papper, which you ripped out from your book. At this was written : "Do you want to be friends?"
Our friendship kept very long, we grew up but there were still notes coming up. It became a habbit. As time went on, we exchanged more and more messages. It was our way to communicate. Noone could ever find out what we were saying. It was something for us. I looked forward for each little note you folded carefully.
One day, I found a letter from you in my bag. You said: "you are the best friend I've ever had, but I can't see you like this anymore. I like you as something more..write to me."
But I remeber that I didn't write, I run an that moment to find you. You were at the park where we hang out. I took you from the hand, pulled you to me, our first kiss. We were 16.
From then thick as thieves. A year later, you gave me at the same park an e
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