Constant battles.
Continusly struggling for mutual happiness.
Never was there a single smile that didn't come with a slowly drawn tear.
Our love for eachother was one that could never be out done by the greatest powers on our colorless earth.
But the will to hate was one more extensive than all the seas combined.
Days gone by like leaves off a tree in a crisp chapter of autumn.
Nights gone by like the cold forgetful winters in the arctic. Longer than forever.
Kisses soon turned into screams.
Stories turned into lies.
And the truth, hidden under the pages of never after.
Hope for happiness was washed away with raindrops of destiny.
The unforgettable skies of guilt never letting the mystery of the sun draw through.
But soon came the color.
And our smiles had a meaning once again.
I'm just afraid of when the next rainfall will come.
Leaving the bright sun to be a mystery.
About Me.
- Emma Cherry
- In a yellow sumbarine, Liechtenstein
- We must blend into the choir Sing as static with the whole. We must memorize nine numbers and Deny we have a soul. And in this endless race for property and Privilege to be won. We must run, we must run, we must run.
