Entree Rep: 0 Joined: 28 Apr 2008 Posts: 4 OFFLINE | Okay, I Just Wanted To See, If Anyone Would Read My Stories. :]<br>
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er Touch around Your Waist its All Coming Back Now, The Wind Blowing Hard Against Well Your standing On The Edge Of The Bridge, Police Surrendered Around Him And People Telling Him To Get Down. You Shake Your Head And Mumble No, And Tears Start Falling From Your Eyes Covered With Black Eyeliner. You never wanted it end like this, But You PersonallyCan’t Take Shit like This Anymore. The Waves Starting Splashing Up, Getting Closer and Colder. Please Anna Get Down Her Mom Shrieked Into The Mega Phone. You Shook You Head. Turning Away From The Crowd Getting Closer To Your Death Bed, She Lost Hanna And How Could She Live.
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The Last Day Of Summer Holidays Not Wonting To Go Back With-Out Her, Waiting For Her Touch And Kiss, Spending Hours On The Computer Just For Her To Never Come On Crying Everyday Just To Imagine That Your Sleeping Against Her Again, Hands Tucked Into Each Other And Heads Close Together, Thoughts And Night-Mare’s Of Loosing Each Other Flow Into My Mind, Waking Hanna Up And Holding Each Other Till The Morning Comes In. The Earth Seems Empty With-out Her, Walking Past Town Makes You Find Is The Hardest, You Find Tears Flooding Down Your Cheek’s, Turning Away From Cars And People So They Can’t See Your Weakness Inside Burning Up Your Every Little Feeling Inside.
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Anna Darling? You Sit Up Pushing Your Head Phone In And Wiping Your Tears Off Your Cheeks.
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She Knocks Again, But You Pretend Not To Hear, The Door Slowly Opens As You Avert Your Attention To Your Drawing Pad, The Bed Slopes Down As Your Mother Sits Down On It, Pushing Your Fringe Covering Your Eyes Back, But It Just Flops Back Into Its Place, The Magic Of Hairspray You Giggle In Your Head. She Lightly Tugs on Your Ear Phone’s. Hunny Where Going to Go To the Supermarket, Won’t Anything She Says In A Caring Tone, You Think For A Moment And Nod, Before Saying; A Kerrang, Skittle And RedBull. She Nods Walking Out Of Your Room, And Closing The Door Softly Behind Her, You Hear The Car Start And It Back Out Into The Street Before Zooming Away Fast.
Sitting There For A While, Lonely And Wished You Had Company Before You Knew Tears Started Rolling Down Your Cheeks Again, You Stumble Out Of Bed Not Paying Attention To Where Your Feet May Be Taking You, Maybe To The Bridge That Your Mind Wondered You Of To Last Night, Before You Opened Your Eyes, Shocks Of Pain Arising From Your Wrist, You Screamed Out Hopelessly At The Sight Of Blood. You Never Liked Blood Shit You Mumble Turning the Tap On Fast, But Wince Back In Pain,
Anna Sweetie, Your Mother Calls Out, Walking Up the Stairs Making Her Way Up To Your Room, Anna? She Calls Again But Sighs And Opens The Door To My Room. Anna She Yells And Starts Pacing The Room Thinking Of What To Do, You Pull Down Your Sleeve And Walk To The Door, But Flash The Toilet Before Opening The Door, Mom? You Say Coming Around Into Your Bedroom, She’s Sniffing About In Your Room You Sigh, You Cough To Get Her Attention And She Jumps As You Walk Into The Middle Of The Room, There You Go Sweetie She Mumbles And Walks Out, She Turns Before Walking Down The Stairs And Hollers Call Me If You Need Anything, And Remember Hunny Where Going To Your Step Dads Parents Tonight, So No Scaring Them Like Last Time, You Both Let Out A Little Giggle, And She Continues To Walk Down The Stairs, Leaving You To Do What You Won’t Into Six O Clock You Look At The Clock, Two O Clock That Gives You, You Stop And Count On Your Fingers Three Hours, You Clap And High Five Your Self. Sitting Back On The Computer, And Clicking To Log Into Msn. Sixty Five Emails, Wow You Mumble. But Cant Be Fucked Checking Them All, So You Only Go For The Important Ones, All Spam Or Junk Mail, I Guess There My True Loves You Mumble Well Swinging Around On The Chair, Hitting Your Knee’s On The Desk Which Everything Sits On Or Lives Either Other. Which You’ve Been Meaning to clean up and Mom Complain Every day, But She Doesn’t Give a Shit Anymore.
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