

untitleda broken heart, a twist of fate a bloody war of love and hate. acid poured into the wound lost in truth, was found too soon. death is here to collect its toll. who's the next one on the role? open the door and step outside, for the rules of death, you must abideuntitled


Edward.I think, At some point, Everyone dreams of finding.. An Edward. Someone whose name you call, or whisper. And he's right there waiting. Someone who hums a lullaby, And holds you close, as you drift off. Someone who seems to just glitter, in the Sunlight, Whose eyes are often Topaz, Warm, And Reassuring. Someone who takes you to dinner, And ignores the pretty waitress. Someone who follows you, Watches you always, Secretly, Just to be sure.. You're always okay. Someone Romantic, Yet has a good sense of humor. Someone Ancient, Yet YouEdward.


No Logic.There's no logic to this feeling No science to this fact No explainable reason For me to act the way I act With motivation up and gone Still my heart for you so feigns My love is an insanity Driven by no means My enemy is truthfulness When locked away in hiding My hero is the heart which saves it Or dies in the midst of fighting I am my own worst enemy And hero all the same I'm a walking talking headache Embodied with a name.No Logic.
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I'm so popular on DeviantArt that people will deny ever hearing of me just to seem alternative.
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