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Autumn RecurrenceAutumn RecurrenceOnce again I must let goI cannot take this painI'm sorry heart to put you downAnd hold your passion shame.
Far Off Memory "I don't wanna fight you." A dark hooded figure shouted out into the rain. Facing him on the other side of the dark alley stood a spiky blond haired boy, his hair now starting to flatten from the downpour, wielding a keyblade and ready to strike if the other man made any move. He was terrified by the sudden appearance of the strange man, but he didn't let it show. However, the man in the trench coat just stood there, not at all alarmed by the sight of the boy with the Keyblade. "Roxas...." The man lifted off his hood to reveal bright red spiked hair and a emerald-eyed face with the distinct feature of a short line tattooed under each eye. "Remember me?" He said with a tint of annoyance in his voice. Roxas lowered his keyblade and looked deep into those burning green eyes. He saw many th
PatiencePatienceI glide across the streetpicking up speed along side the windour fear screams at us to go fasterto escape this dark I so foolishly cravedrushing out the front doorsoon feeling quite lonely and frightened.Heart fiercely pumping blood through my veinsthe Sky and I let rivers flowDown from our clouded eyes.We mourn for you,the bright lights in our livesWe run for you,for hope of finding your shine tomorrowin hope that time will fly faster and fasteras we do.Roaring in frustration,I echo the eternal darkness above meAnd I hit the groundAnd my face and lungs stingAnd I lay in defeatAnd I know......There's nothing to fearThe night and Iwe lay real still and heavyOur breath dying away.....then the thought of youAs bright and sharp as lightning lit up my mindAnd I opened my eyesRested and relaxedI knew once again I had been foolishWe had to wait.The clouds melting awayI could see the starry nightI felt no fear, only excitementas the stars slowly faded
I Can Feel ItI'm staring the wrong directionWearing the wrong clothes.Holding the wrong handHolding her close.I can feel itripping through my chest.Unstoppable feelings, Unstoppable thoughtsYet I feel it's my faultI did not choose this.Unstoppable words, Unstoppable movementsShould I feel ashamedof my drawing on the wallBeside my bed above my headSo I might sleep once more tonightI can feel itFilling me with guiltTo rub it in my face,I wake up alone.Unstoppable feelings, Unstoppable thoughtsI cannot choose thisIt's not my faultUnstoppable words, unstoppable movementsIs this wrong?Should I lie?Or should I burn locked at the thighs?