what a stupid! love! love! love! "i amor love" "everybody needs to be a lover" "true love" all those stupid words! "bla bla bla"
amor is a legend, there's nothing u can call it "love" , tu can't even define it. tu know why? because it isn't there! that's why tu can't say i am in amor and say the same word after two years o two days.
tu see, if it worked with your lover, tu 'll say tu loved each other, and if it didn't work, you'll say it wasn't love!!!
tu are all stupid, lovers!
tu aren't even "lovers"
because "lovers" is a word from "love" and love's a legend.
when i heard this once when i was young, i didn't believe it.
but know i believe it's the truth, and there's nothing else truth.
tu may not believe me now, but tu will, in few years in your life.
amor is a legend.
amor is a legend, there's nothing u can call it "love" , tu can't even define it. tu know why? because it isn't there! that's why tu can't say i am in amor and say the same word after two years o two days.
tu see, if it worked with your lover, tu 'll say tu loved each other, and if it didn't work, you'll say it wasn't love!!!
tu are all stupid, lovers!
tu aren't even "lovers"
because "lovers" is a word from "love" and love's a legend.
when i heard this once when i was young, i didn't believe it.
but know i believe it's the truth, and there's nothing else truth.
tu may not believe me now, but tu will, in few years in your life.
amor is a legend.
Prologue Look at the world, yeah go on and look at it. Now tell me, What do tu see? Home? Life? Secrets? Death? Anything? Well most people always see it differently. But they never see what’s right in front of them.
When tu look at the world tu always see the small things. tu never see the big obvious things that lurk in the shadows of every dark corner .
Well some of us see it, others… don’t. You’d be surprised por ever secret, every hidden thing yet to be discovered… o never will.
And I know we shouldn’t be telling you, but tu ought to know.
So look at the world, that’s right look at it. Because it’s going to change forever…
When tu look at the world tu always see the small things. tu never see the big obvious things that lurk in the shadows of every dark corner .
Well some of us see it, others… don’t. You’d be surprised por ever secret, every hidden thing yet to be discovered… o never will.
And I know we shouldn’t be telling you, but tu ought to know.
So look at the world, that’s right look at it. Because it’s going to change forever…
Okay this fits to be articulo worthy. I have this budding idea for a story about a girl named Skye(real named skylar) who discovers that she and her two friends are Sirens ( a different kind than tu think). They all have ibdividual powers like Skye can use other peoples power, Hazelle and Gabriel,s powers are conjuring fuego and Hazelle can shapeshift objects. Their parents were friends and there dads, and hazelle and gabriel have one parent while skye has none, she lives with her aunt and she has this lost sister who thinks she is a Siren but is their kinds' enemy. Meanwhile Hazelle and Gabriel are dating but skye and him are close because their moms were friends and wjen her parents died she lived with them for a while as kids. So eventually they like each other. This story is confusing and jeeds work but its what i have. Tell me should i tweek it o leave it alone. Also give me insight into what to do to fix it. Thanks.
Falling...
Sometimes she’s down por the river
o other times por her tree
Sometimes she thinks about the things she can never see
But when the rain falls down, she’d cry
There’s no reason why
She’s always walked alone
No one’s ever shared her ride
No one’s ever felt close to her, no one’s ever por her side
She’s avoided por everyone
And never has any fun
Now darkness is her favourite thing
She thinks there’s no hope
No on ever throws her a rope
When she’s falling…
Sometimes she’s down por the river
o other times por her tree
Sometimes she thinks about the things she can never see
But when the rain falls down, she’d cry
There’s no reason why
She’s always walked alone
No one’s ever shared her ride
No one’s ever felt close to her, no one’s ever por her side
She’s avoided por everyone
And never has any fun
Now darkness is her favourite thing
She thinks there’s no hope
No on ever throws her a rope
When she’s falling…
