This young boy kept from sight
crying into the middle of the night
he fears that others will sense the shame
but was this boy really too blame?
this little boy who was full of belief
could not from him seem to find relief
he feels so dirty with his clothes which are tore
when he is being flung on the bedroom floor
this broken child lost his innocence at a very young age
through a trusted mans deliberate drunken rage
his little broken jantung was full of pain
through the rest of his life it would stain
people would see the bruises that lay upon his face
he wanted and longed for his special place
while he was looking around
this little boy couldn't make a sound
he couldn't have his own tempat tidur
he would be there touching him instead
taking his clothes off he would touch
this haunted his little jantung so much
he just wanted him to understand
but instead he got the back of his hand
night after night he endured this pain
never to be happy ever again
this little malaikat from above
could not find the slightest inch of love
this mountain of unnoticed fear
went on tahun after year
while he was crying silent tears
he was tucking into some beers
why would no one come to his aid
hari after hari his happiness would fade
this went on for so, so long
and no one thought that this was wrong
this little boy that no one could save
he longed for his peaceful grave.
crying into the middle of the night
he fears that others will sense the shame
but was this boy really too blame?
this little boy who was full of belief
could not from him seem to find relief
he feels so dirty with his clothes which are tore
when he is being flung on the bedroom floor
this broken child lost his innocence at a very young age
through a trusted mans deliberate drunken rage
his little broken jantung was full of pain
through the rest of his life it would stain
people would see the bruises that lay upon his face
he wanted and longed for his special place
while he was looking around
this little boy couldn't make a sound
he couldn't have his own tempat tidur
he would be there touching him instead
taking his clothes off he would touch
this haunted his little jantung so much
he just wanted him to understand
but instead he got the back of his hand
night after night he endured this pain
never to be happy ever again
this little malaikat from above
could not find the slightest inch of love
this mountain of unnoticed fear
went on tahun after year
while he was crying silent tears
he was tucking into some beers
why would no one come to his aid
hari after hari his happiness would fade
this went on for so, so long
and no one thought that this was wrong
this little boy that no one could save
he longed for his peaceful grave.
Hi im thinking of wrting a story (IDK how long yet, ill see how far i can get without it becming boring) for storywrite.com (gr8 site) the story is about a female vampire who accidently kills her little brother in bloodlust and decides she no longer wants to be a vampire but the only way to stop being a vampire is to kill the person who infected anda and drink all their blood, but that person is her lover, the story is mostly going to be about her struggling with herself on whether what shes trying to do is right and whether shes being selfish and finding herself in promising positions to kill him but not being able to. for lebih info message me
and now down to the point, i cant think of a title, does anyone have any suggestions, also character, place, any names atau titles are appreciated thanks
and now down to the point, i cant think of a title, does anyone have any suggestions, also character, place, any names atau titles are appreciated thanks
poem 1:the world
the sun shines bright
there's day,and there's night
both are beautiful sights
this is the world
Winter,spring,summer,and fall
is a magical season
so there is no reason
for anda to hate
seasons so great
we are all one
we need the sun
we need the air
we all care
about the world
poem 2:love
there is something above
we cant see it
we cant bee it
but we all know what it is
it is love
cinta is what we need
to live,to breath
to be what we can be
we all need love
cinta is power
cinta is strong.
thats why cinta songs
are so very strong
Poem 3:run (this one isnt all that good)
in the sun
is where i run
away from here
ill not be near
Something that will kill me
something that can be
so deadly and strong
and can kill me with a song
thats why i run
in the sun
i still remember anda hum.
im sorry i must run.
the sun shines bright
there's day,and there's night
both are beautiful sights
this is the world
Winter,spring,summer,and fall
is a magical season
so there is no reason
for anda to hate
seasons so great
we are all one
we need the sun
we need the air
we all care
about the world
poem 2:love
there is something above
we cant see it
we cant bee it
but we all know what it is
it is love
cinta is what we need
to live,to breath
to be what we can be
we all need love
cinta is power
cinta is strong.
thats why cinta songs
are so very strong
Poem 3:run (this one isnt all that good)
in the sun
is where i run
away from here
ill not be near
Something that will kill me
something that can be
so deadly and strong
and can kill me with a song
thats why i run
in the sun
i still remember anda hum.
im sorry i must run.