Hope bạn like it.
Peaceful Darkness.
By: Whitney(Whinny) Forsberg
Maybe it's because
On the way
Into the darkness,
I considered
Whispering "Stay here."
The only problem is,
I don't stay awake,
Sleep comes too fast.
When exhaustion consumes me,
It then hits me
In my dreams.
For some reason
It wasn't bạn
I was whispering to.
My soul cries out
Making it hurt,
My head goes blank.
bạn want me
To stay.
In the peaceful darkness
I stay.
Your words didn't reach me in time.
Peaceful Darkness.
By: Whitney(Whinny) Forsberg
Maybe it's because
On the way
Into the darkness,
I considered
Whispering "Stay here."
The only problem is,
I don't stay awake,
Sleep comes too fast.
When exhaustion consumes me,
It then hits me
In my dreams.
For some reason
It wasn't bạn
I was whispering to.
My soul cries out
Making it hurt,
My head goes blank.
bạn want me
To stay.
In the peaceful darkness
I stay.
Your words didn't reach me in time.
So enjoy. ^^
When a chó sói, sói howls an eagle flys
By: Whitney(whinny) Forsberg
When a chó sói, sói howls an eagle flys
When an eagle flys a rabbit hides
When a rabbit hides a deer runs
When a deer runs a hunter shoots
When a hunter shoots a deer dies
When a deer dies the hunter eats
When the hunter eats his belly is full
When his belly is full the hunter sleeps
When the hunter sleeps his belly empties
When his belly empties the hunter hunts
When the hunter hunts a chó sói, sói howls
When a chó sói, sói howls an eagle flys
Thats it hope bạn liked it. ^^
When I see bạn the first thought that comes to my mind is
"Are bạn okay?"
I wonder this, but never ask.
One ngày I don't see you, and the thought comes again.
Are bạn okay?
For days I don't see you.
Are bạn okay?
Then on the eight o'clock news I see an image.
An
Image
Of
You
Its says bạn are dead.
My eyes widen as the word suicide flash on the screen.
I see you, at your funeral.
Parents shouldn't have to bury their children.
Your parents had to bury you.
A new câu hỏi comes to my mind.
Why would you?
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
:/
Apparently my thoughts aren't long enough.
.
.
.
"Are bạn okay?"
I wonder this, but never ask.
One ngày I don't see you, and the thought comes again.
Are bạn okay?
For days I don't see you.
Are bạn okay?
Then on the eight o'clock news I see an image.
An
Image
Of
You
Its says bạn are dead.
My eyes widen as the word suicide flash on the screen.
I see you, at your funeral.
Parents shouldn't have to bury their children.
Your parents had to bury you.
A new câu hỏi comes to my mind.
Why would you?
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
:/
Apparently my thoughts aren't long enough.
.
.
.