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FearlessAll I want is a simple answer from you
A yes or no would suffice
I said I like you and an I like you too would have been fine
Beating around the bush has brought me back to middle school
Leaving my fate in the hands of my friends
They tell you how I feel
She likes you, they would chant
She likes you, she likes you, she likes you
I gather up some courage to write the phrase Do you like me? on a piece of paper and draw two boxes below it, each indicating a YES or a NO
I fold it up neatly in half, and then in half again
Handing this to you in the hallway between classes makes my heart race
I feel giddy; I smile and run away to my locker
I have to know how you feel
If you feel the same way as I do
Stupidly I forget were in the same class, but I watch two rows back and one desk over as you open up this folded sheet of paper
Lifting your pen to X out a box
Im too far away to see which you have chosen
So I raise my hand to sharpen my pencil
Nearly running u
Dream Brought To Reality?I saw it as a film clip
Flash before my eyes
You handed me a cigarette
And I took it
Social smoker I guess
Ive never smoked a day in my life
Although maybe this was a dream
I first declined it
Then you kissed me
Ive wanted you to kiss me
Then I grabbed it from your hand
The rest is fuzzy
All I know is that I was never happier than when I was with you that night
I lay next to you
Arm around me
And a kiss on my neck
I turn towards you and youre gone
Only a dream
It felt so real
You call my name
And I follow without question
I would do anything for you
You are prince
My one and only
KH2 - Strip TeaseHe was leaning in close enough that I could just grab his head and plant a kiss on him right then and there. Of course I didnt have the guts to do it.
I could smell him. His cologne His scent His Wait, wasnt that the smell of smoke?
Sure. He smelled like smoke, figured as much since he was the boyfriend of a pyromaniac. I didnt mind it the smell of a cigarette on Roxas body. It was almost mysterious and I liked the risk of it. I also didnt mind the fact that he was gay. I mean, you cant help who your best friends nobody falls for now can you?
But anyway, he was leaning in close enough that I could just grab that blond hair of his and pull him close to me just kiss him once. Sure, at first hed probably dislike it, but who says I cant persuade him? Push up the boobs and pretend its someone who isnt actually gay Like Riku Or Sora.
I wonder what is actually going through Roxas mind wh
Axel - Hey LadyShe checks her pulse, gotta know if her heart's still beating
He looked around as if he didnt know where he was.
He was sitting on the floor of some spider web-ridden cellar.
Standing up was harder than he imaged.
Maybe I hit my head
Brushing himself off, it took him a second to realize what he was wearing a blue and white dress with a brown belt, which sat on his waist. He also had on a pair of white knee-highs and black shoes, but this was the least of his concerns.
I have to be dreaming. Wheres Roxas? I must have hit my head or fallen down when I was chasing him around in that field He thought to himself aloud.
Dont know where you are, are you? A voice was heard in the distance.
Whos there? He called out.
Laughing followed that obvious question. Axel dont know, dont know where he is. The voice started to sing. Dont know where he is, dont know wh
Volpi.You will find that the story you tell
is very rarely your own. In Lucca,
even the smallest pebbles
breathe in the warm sunlight.
Knotted stones and cobbled roads
beat out a paper-dry heartbeat heat
my city breathes in and out,
inhales sparrow air.
It's writing a story.
You are the pen.
You will find that in Lucca
the daisy chains forge fire
in side streets and back alleys.
Teenagers intertwine. Tell me,
odd flower, are you still closed?
Here we are colored wax;
the heat of the city melts us.
We run into each other, rhapsody
of pigments. Operas are our specialties.
Open up; feel the reds.
If not, try and see them. There is a place
of deep knife marks, a street
long as midnight
you may learn something there.
Valentina's voice glimmers like red wine.
You may enjoy intoxications. Still,
know alcohol has no story
and will swallow your own.
Find the sign with the wolf on it.
You'll know the place. Epiphanies ring true as church-bells.
Lucca still guides the wanderers
to well sp
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