scorp

A short funny story many people know.

A sad story about broken friendship.

I don't trust myself with you. But I see in your eyes, I'm being used. Everytime I let myself fall, I get bruised.

In the forest, in the sky, in the forest, you can find the silent moments. But it slowly kills you.

I could barely hear the rain over the thundering of my heart.

she's rich...................

........are fake.

A short and sad story.

Oh, midnight sun, single heart in the trees, Magical touch, unfound, as the woods stays asleep.

There’s a monster here, crawling in my bed. I can hear its breath. Harsh, raspy, taunting. Through my nightmares it’s well fed. I’m too scared to turn around, it’s too daunting.

When it hurts say when I'll stop and then start again

I should have seen the hate in your eyes. I should have known your perfect disguise.