shikalover3

You know Life isn't easy I never pretended it would be I only wish you were as classy as me You made us a promise one you said you would keep It was to never sleep With any man or boy Until you were 18 But here we are on year 16 With you sleeping with a boy You barely even know I cant beloved you would stoop so low To tell the hottest boy I know that you slept with you mystery man Before you even told you best friend well that's ok At least it is for me I know you wont ever be seeing the sun not for a while not while that boy lives so close I wish you weren't so stupid To tell me and expect me not to tell When you to

I think I fell in love with you I really think I did When I meet your big blue eyes You barely had to pull me in You never gave me your name and I never gave you mine And that was fine with me It was all a big game A mystery for both you and me But Mr. Senior Most importantly You forgot to tell me one thing You already had somebody It didn't crush me As I thought it would I fell out of love As suddenly As I fell Into your big blue eyes You became someone I could tell All my secrets too Because you would never tell You became someone to have fun with Someone who I adored And I knew you would never ask for anything else

I flew with my wings thrust out to the sides. The pink feathers rippled and swayed in the breeze. I loved it. Looking down on the passer byers below, I laughed. They looked like toys, right down to the plastic faces and no spines. But not me, I was free. I thrust my wings down again and caught a thermal then drifted higher into the clouds. Below me the city rushed by. Flapping my wings harder I swept over the city with the limits in sight. The trees started to thicken and I looked for a good spot to land. Preferably a clearing, I didn't want to get impaled. Finding a clearing I soared down to the ground faster and faster as I tucked my wings

 I Don't Create I Combine I don't create my characters, I combine many ideas taken from many places. I take a face from a movie, a trait from a book, a name from a dream and I make it my own. You can say what you want. I may be taking things from other people but I combine them into something that is utterly my own. Something that no one person can take responsibility for. Even me.