DevilwithaHalo99

My heart is exhausted, beating faster than my feet Sweating more than ever, trying to be as swift as I can be. I'm trying to outrun him and he's only getting faster He knows that I'm losing, I can hear his wicked laughter. His pace is getting faster and I know that I am doomed. Nature seems to empathize as the skies above me gloom. He soon catches up to me as I'm just about to quit. He pokes me in the back and says, "Tag, you're it!"

Mother's putting on her favorite lipstick. Father's fixing his new shirt and pulling up his tie. My older brother's flaunting his ray ban glasses and my big sis is piling up pretty bracelets on her wrist. The photographer gets his camera ready and motions everyone to get in place. I'm sitting between my mom and dad on the couch and my brother and sister sit on it's arms at the side. He turns the bright lights on and looks at us and says "You're such a cute family. You guys look perfect." But only I know what's really going in this picture. And let me just say, it's far from perfect. My mother was putting on her lipstick only to hide her dry,

Locked up, Against her will. Shut her up, with tiny pills. False accusation. They think she's a freak. Frightened eyes and Tears on her cheek. Pounding fists, And silent screams. All their faces, Haunting her dreams. Troubled mind. But she's not crazy. Tortured Soul, So she just may be. Built-up anger. Broke her Chains. Lashed out and Eased her pain. No life stirred, Near or far. "So what if I'm crazy? The best ones are."

She was just a poor little girl. She always kept to herself. She never really told anyone how she ever felt. She had the bad habit of bottling things up inside of her and fitting the cork too tight. That was her way of dealing with things. But people took her silence as a sign of submission and always took the liberty to push her around. She would never speak nor stand up for herself. She was too nice for that. But that only made things easier for them. They were like a virus, eating into her soul till there was nothing left. They had taken everything thing from her leaving her entirely empty on the inside. They never changed and she just go

He's absolutely perfect, could've never asked for more He is that kind of guy, that every girl hopes for. He's got deep blue eyes and a contagious sweet smile A well defined body and a great sense of style. Whenever I am with him, I'm nothing short of happy And whatever our love is, it's surely far from sappy. He gets along with everyone and he's not afraid of my folks. He writes me cute poems and he laughs at my stupid jokes. When we burst into a duet, he sings perfectly off-key But every time he laughs, it's a sweet melody. He calls me beautiful even when I look like crap He never judges me and not once has he snapped. When I'm swearing

They kept telling her what to do and how to do it They kept telling her that what she was doing was wrong They kept telling her that she can never achieve anything They kept telling her that she was the worst of all They kept telling her to be who she wasn't They kept telling her that all she does is screw up They kept telling her that she is not worth it But fortunately, she was a bad listener.

As young boys, they told each other that they would grow up together. But as soldiers of different countries, war turned them against each other as they both pulled their triggers on one another.

She believed love was like magic...black magic. Casting spells on each other and constantly trying to get them under control. Treating the other like a voodoo doll. Manipulative, deceptive, and fake. That's what love was to her. Coz that's what he did to her.

She didn't want this to be a one-time thing. She didn't want something temporary. She didn't want it to be just for fun. She wanted more than that. She needed it to be meaningful. She needed it to be worth it. She needed it to last forever and for eternities to come. So, she went and got herself a tattoo.

We sat by the ocean, waves crashing against the shore. He said he had something that was killing him to the core. He slowly put my hand in his and looked me in the eyes He shot me a sweet smile, that gave me butterflies I prayed for the three words, that would unlock my heart. The three words that would make sure we were never torn apart. He was itching to tell me something and he started trembling. "Its okay", I assured him "You can tell me anything." He looked at me and smiled, a hint of hope in his face I cherished the moment as my heart began to race. I've always had a liking for him, but I never let it show. My heart started beating