The Little Bird... by The-Lazy-Artist93, literature
Literature
The Little Bird...
The little bird did not say a word
The little bird felt blue....
For, what he'd believed all this time ,
just happened to be true.....
All the things he ever believed and thought of...
...The only person he'd call love.
...The only one who'd ever make him feel like a king.
...The only one who'd ever make him sing... (again)
Did not love him back.
Now, the little bird's heart turned black.
Sad and Mad! He sure felt glad that no one was around
That no one would disturb the amazing sound...
The sound of silence!
Along with mental violence.
A storm brewed in the little bird's mind.
He had forgotten how to be kind
To those who w
The Little Bird... by The-Lazy-Artist93, literature
Literature
The Little Bird...
The little bird did not say a word
The little bird felt blue....
For, what he'd believed all this time ,
just happened to be true.....
All the things he ever believed and thought of...
...The only person he'd call love.
...The only one who'd ever make him feel like a king.
...The only one who'd ever make him sing... (again)
Did not love him back.
Now, the little bird's heart turned black.
Sad and Mad! He sure felt glad that no one was around
That no one would disturb the amazing sound...
The sound of silence!
Along with mental violence.
A storm brewed in the little bird's mind.
He had forgotten how to be kind
To those who w
"Take a chance" she whispers in his ear.
Time will tell just how much you hold dear.
Crimson tears , broken truths
Love is wasted on the youth
Kiss my lips , hold my hand here we go again
Cold as ice and
lit on fire
Temptation is a tricky thing
To give in ?
or walk away ?
Take a chance he whispers in her ear .
A couple days ago I had a dream that sorta got me thinking... It seemed more like a vision of the future than a dream. A lot of my friends were there some with more than others but they all had something, well, most had something that really stood out, two were just there and I don't really care much for them.
The dream began when I walked through a door and entered a home with warm yellowy-orange colors. I assumed that this was my home because I went in using my own set of keys. I walked passed the hall into the kitchen/ living room and was greeted by very familiar faces accompanied by a couple other less familiar faces. This pa