There’s a storm coming tonight

Hey so this is a bit more childish and was written in mind of all of those books where kids get in trouble for being out later than their curfew. I personally don’t have a curfew, because I’m not allowed out without a parent or adult. Anyways…….


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So what if the movie ran a bit late
So what if the dinner didn’t finish at eight
So what if all that happened but you know I’m alright
But there’s still a storm coming tonight

You know that it was all a mistake
And that the time I gave you really wasn’t a fake
But since outside there is no light
I know for sure that there’s a storm coming tonight

The thunder in your eyes
And the darkness of the deep blue skies
The words exchanged of both fury and fight
The is a storm coming tonight

 

Forgotten faces

Hey! I have a special for you guys! It is late, but I didn’t think that I would be posting this song. I am home sick today and I decided, why not? So anyways, please enjoy my semi-depressing post.


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These albums full of strangers
Never cease to exist
These long forgotten moments
Can never ever be fixed

But the present is here for your taking
But this gift is yours to keep
But now is the time to make things right
To make new memories

And these memories will last forever
And these photos will never fade
That’s why everyday’s for your taking
And new dreams will be made

Water

Hi! This is like one of Emma’s posts, but it’s still mine…….


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Water. It can be as clear as glass, or deep and foreboding, murky and frightening. It can let you float to its surface, breaking into the air like a phoenix reborn from its ashes, or it can drag you down into its endless depths, stranded forever in its lonely grave. It can hide the tears streaming down your face, or give you away in a split second. Water, it can be your best friend or your worst enemy.

Sunset

Hi! Emma and I went camping for two days and we saw the most gorgeous sunset. After seeing it, we decided that we wanted to write something about it but we never got around to it. I had some extra time during class and wrote this extra depressing poem for you guys! YAY! Anyways……….


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A sun setting on a day of pain
Painting the sky is all that keeps me sane
A bold hand streaks the sky with red
The very same colour as the blood I bled

The fiery hues rayed across blue
And the patches of grey are no more than few
The trees stand tall with a proud silhouette
Like the porcelain figure of a delicate threat

Slowly the purple takes over the sky
Closing the curtain on a day full of cries
On a bright blue sky refusing to rain
Setting the sun on a day filled with pain