Realistic loveThese are our new skies, like the twinkle in your eyes.Realistic love
I love all you do and how you do it. I’ll be your shoulder, your heart that won’t grow colder.
I love the way you hold me, so I fit. I’ll make your heart smoulder when I’m your hand-holder. I love your witty ways and your half-praise.
I’ll be your fireside, I’ll be your coming tide. And dry you off and warm you, after rain. You are my quiet times and all my clichéd lines. You make me happy-mad, yet keep me sane. Your smile defines my whole heart and your laugh reminds
No Longer FriendsThere’s nothing in my head. Nothing I can use as an explanation anyway, just a need to see you again. And it’s perfect. The old-time familiar grey box of the sky and the half-hearted drizzle. Everything how it should be, and it pulls straight back. I could be the only person in the world with you. You and me once more. Let’s share our secrets again, shall we? Secrets without speaking. Quiet, lonesome companionship. So many happy, innocent times shared with you, so why do I always remember you in a bleak autumn, Silly. But it’s because that’s when you were mine and mine alone. When you were at your least welcoming; wheNo Longer Friends
IntenseEngulfed by a shiny new parallel. I feel the open world around. I’m stealing the throne, can they not tell? I belong, not at home, I am found.Intense
It strikes me that I’m too myself today. This new home sees me pushing close
By now I feel old news in all I say And so will do my cover-boast.
A face that stands in relief of the rest. Your words sit too much in my heart Is the tale known? Is this version the best? Is the end always wedged to the start?
One hopeful day I won’t struggle with doubt. One day I won’t bruise like I’
DP - AloneThe dark-haired boy sits beneath a sprawling oak on a rise overlooking Casper High, enfolded by the wings of the crystal night.DP - Alone
How many times has he sat here in the past week? He tries hard to remember, but it doesn’t seem to have an answer. Sighing, he lets the question go.
He hasn’t been sleeping well. He tosses and turns, and when he does sleep, his dreams are haunted by vague spectres and the fog of the approaching storm.
For a time, he wonders if the powers are tainting him. Driving him...crazy...?
His sister
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