KnockingTap tap tap,It's me, knocking on the door to your heart.Tap tap tap,Could you let me in?Because it's cold outside.You told me the key was under the mat,So I looked for the shattered pieces.But none were to be found.It was all a lie.Tap tap tap,There's knocking on the other side of the door.Tap tap tap,Why should I open the door for you?Because I found the key.
Picture"This is you guys, and this is me."I smiled and handed the picture to you.You looked at it and turned to those behind you.What came next, I wasn't sure if they were jokes.…Or the truth.Heartless comments and criticism, of a picture I worked so dearly on.A symbol of our friendship.I thought.When you turned around,A tear dropped on the paper.Creasing.Into a ball.Scrunched then torn to pieces.And stuffed away into my pocket.This truly represents our friendship.I looked at my past self and shook my head,"Don't try anymore."And I walked away.And I cried.
Three WordsShe set her glass down on the table and looked at me slightly before resting her head on my shoulder. I looked at her. I could tell she wanted to say something but was either too shy or couldn't find the words. This really wasn't like her. She was normally outgoing, strong minded and fearless but this… something was just wrong."…How much do you love me?" She mumbled. Her face, tinted with a faint red, glowed slightly in the sunlight from the window. She spoke with hesitation, a side of her I had seen before but never thought I'd see again."Well…" I looked away slightly, not knowing what to say. Where did this come from? "A-
.:Alone and Distorted:.Italy slammed the door shut and sunk down to his knees, tears in his eyes and light splatters of blood on his blue uniform. He tried to think positive. Suddenly, he remembered Prussia and Germany. He could escape with them, and then get backup and everything would be okay.He wanted everything to turn out fine. He closed his eyes and tried to calm down. In the darkness, he could see everyone in a grassy field, outside the house. England was yelling at America who was ignoring him and scoffing down hamburgers, Russia was standing on one side of China, scaring him with his childishly cruel smile, France was on the other side, making China feel
Do you believe in wishes?"Do you believe in wishes, Lukas?"That was the question she asked on one warm, summer's night. It was just the two of them. Just the way they liked it. Lukas sat in a grassy field with his lover wrapped tightly around his arm. Nice and secure. He knew she preferred it like that."Depends…" He smiled a little, gazing up at the stars. Scandinavia was just one of the few places where one could view the skies in all their glory."Well what about shooting stars? They're pretty cool… it's a nice concept, although they're not really stars." The red haired girl smiled widely and rested her head on his shoulder."Shooting stars are wond
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