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Melody Of A HeartbeatOn his shoulder, her head lay at rest.
She listened to the pounds within his chest.
She listened to the heart that beat for her.
Her heart also beat for this loving sir.
Soon, she felt that sleep was near.
A love's heartbeat;
The most calming sound a person can hear.
Her eyes grew tired as they held each other close.
They both lay, drifting to sleep, venturing wherever their dream goes.
Their smiles remained as they slept.
In each other's arms, their figures kept.
His pounding heart lulled her to sleep.
There's a place in her heart, for him, she will always keep.
Little Allain Would Always ComplainThere once was a girl named Allain.
Who would always, constantly, complain!
"Mommy, mommy, my pants won't fit!
Daddy, daddy, where's my makeup kit?!
Brother, brother, where's my toy?
Sissy, sissy, I hate boys!
Aunty, aunty, this homework's hard!
Uncle, uncle, 'no money in this card!
Grampa, grampa, I ripped my dress!
Grandma, grandma, my hair's a mess!
Niece, niece, I hate your clothes!
Nephew, nephew, snap out of your doze!"
Would always complain.
Until she snapped her neck.
Two Little BirdsTwo little birds, singing loud.
Their stance faithful, honorable, proud.
Singing loud of happiness and love.
Their voice soft as feather's of a dove.
Two little birds, happy and free.
Singing as loud as their voices can be.
Singing as loud as their heart will beat.
Their eyes closed as they tap their feet.
She lays in bed, on the phone.
Listening to his monotone.
She doesn't care how he sings.
So much comfort, his voice brings.
He sits on his bed, his eyes closed.
She sings to him, making him doze.
She has a voice, like the coo of a dove.
Her heart pounds as she sings to her love.
They sing to eachother, day and night.
Their eyes shining, sparking with delight
Those Beautiful Birds That Never SingIt was going to be happy, it was going to be grand. But actually, this is my final stand.
We were going to be away, far from the pain. But now, it's all such a strain.
We were going to be safe, we were going to be free. But truly, we are as caged as we could ever be.
We're those beautiful birds, that always sing.
Of the feeling that being locked up brings.
They sing and sing, wishing someone would understand.
Only wanting to fly away, not to come back to that land.
We sing, we sing, mourning every day.
Wishing we were in each other's arms, wasting the time away.
We sing to the skies, waiting for Freya's reply.
Can she even hear our cries?
So many tests we've been given by fate.
I will sing and sing, until it's too late.
Until it's too late to save this little bird.
The one who everyone thought spoke beautiful words.
But she sang of sadness, longing, guilt and demand.
Each word, no one could understand.
The only one who understood, and listened with all his heart,
Was her little bird, w
Blood For Blood (Read Description)Hate for hate and ruth for ruth.
Eye for eye and tooth for tooth.
Scorn for scorn and smile for smile.
Hate for hate and guile for guile.
War for war and woe for woe.
Blood for blood and blow for blow.
Death for death and life for life.
Ease for ease and strife for strife.
Slice for slice and gash for gash.
Swing for swing and bash for bash.
Laughs for laughs and cries for cries.
Greets for greets and byes for byes.
Step for step and mile for mile.
Ill for ill and vial for vial.
Move for move and breath for breath.
Struggle for struggle and test for test.
Plan for plan and plot for plot.
Action for action and thought for thought.
Beginning for beginning and end for end.
Warmth for warmth and den for den.
Sadness for sadness and joy for joy.
Brave for brave and coy for coy.
Safety for safety and danger for danger.
Peace for peace and anger for anger.
Deafeat for defeat and win for win.
Follow for follow and sin for sin.
Sea for sea and land for land.
Rebelion for rebellion and comand fo
The Woman Who Awoke To WarThere once was a woman who lived all alone,
In her cave, her cave of stone.
She never stepped foot into the outside world,
For she was a coward, an afraid girl.
One day her house of stone caved in,
And crushed her and her memories within.
She awoke to a burning upon her face,
And opened her eyes to the new place.
The buildings burned and colapsed,
She thought; "Things aren't so bad, perhaps---"
She was cut off by the squeeling of something in the sky,
By the time she looked up, she had already died.
Leaving Southampton She was in the kitchen when he stumbled in noisily, tripping as he went past the shelves and catching the edge of the table to keep himself from falling.
Pretending not to hear the stream of curses that followed, she kept her eyes fixed on the dishes, letting her hand trail in the soapy water. There was a loud scraping of wood against grimy concrete as he drew a chair and collapsed into it. At this she looked up, and after a moment's hesitation, she said, unnecessarily, "You've been drinking."
He clutched his head and said nothing. He hadn't shaved in weeks and stank of sweat and alcohol; he looked much older than his eighteen years.
They sat in silence for a while. Then he announced, loudly, "Fuck."
She didn't bother to tell him off. She just waited. And jumped when he suddenly brought his fist down, hard, onto the table.
"Our lives here are s
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