It’s the color of you
tu always wore it
It’s the color we shared
As we hid form them
With it we showed our true selves,
Though no one cared
Our naranja book bags
Saved us from some pain
We protected each other
But it wasn’t enough
We were like two naranja crayons
When everyone else was green
Then tu left me alone,
All I had was our color orange
As they hit me
I took peace in knowing
tu were in the naranja field in the sky
tu always dicho was there.
The naranja of the sun set
Is your smile
Even though tu left too soon
Orange…
Now it’s my color
My way of remembering you
Now I am the lone naranja in the rainbow
Without tu here
I protect my own
Though I wish tu were here
Now naranja is my color
A color for tu bravery
A color for my survival
naranja will forever be our color
Even though death took tu away
Forever naranja for you,
Sweet Cassidy.
tu always wore it
It’s the color we shared
As we hid form them
With it we showed our true selves,
Though no one cared
Our naranja book bags
Saved us from some pain
We protected each other
But it wasn’t enough
We were like two naranja crayons
When everyone else was green
Then tu left me alone,
All I had was our color orange
As they hit me
I took peace in knowing
tu were in the naranja field in the sky
tu always dicho was there.
The naranja of the sun set
Is your smile
Even though tu left too soon
Orange…
Now it’s my color
My way of remembering you
Now I am the lone naranja in the rainbow
Without tu here
I protect my own
Though I wish tu were here
Now naranja is my color
A color for tu bravery
A color for my survival
naranja will forever be our color
Even though death took tu away
Forever naranja for you,
Sweet Cassidy.
First off, to those of tu that know me, I haven't publicado at all in awhile, I'm aware my "Nightfall" series hasn't been updated for those of tu that liked it, but since school started back, I have had hardly any time to write anything. I WILL get back to posting on "Nightfall" if anything else for the sake of completion. But I also discovered the marvolous "Fallout" series a few months back, and decided to try to make a novel out of it. For those of tu not familiar with the series, "Fallout" is a series of games set in a post-apocyloptic future, and finds a custom made protagonist made customly por the player dealing with life in the now wastelandic USA. My story is loosely based off "Fallout 3" but with major differences along the way, so the story is original in that aspect. If tu guys will read the story, I will make it as adaptable as I can for those who are not familiar with it. Please leave comments, so I know whether o not I should post it. Thank you. -AdamK
Your corazón is sore, crippled up like paper.
Your voice is weak, barely passing por you.
Your body is tired, let it lay for tonight.
tu are but you- a stranger to much.
No one cares to know you.
They do not wish to after all.
And all those times tu told everything-
It was a lie, I amor tu became a lie. A horrible lie not one can ever take back to you. How could they, breaking your very soul to the apple's wrinkled core? It shook and broke, just like that. Lonesome and ever so exhausted of even thinking it would be different this time around.
You're so hopeless. tu probably cannot mover away from the pain, the desecration left in the path at the end. Then again, in the end it probably doesn't even matter, does it?
Once a joy, now a misery forever scared, alone.
Your voice is weak, barely passing por you.
Your body is tired, let it lay for tonight.
tu are but you- a stranger to much.
No one cares to know you.
They do not wish to after all.
And all those times tu told everything-
It was a lie, I amor tu became a lie. A horrible lie not one can ever take back to you. How could they, breaking your very soul to the apple's wrinkled core? It shook and broke, just like that. Lonesome and ever so exhausted of even thinking it would be different this time around.
You're so hopeless. tu probably cannot mover away from the pain, the desecration left in the path at the end. Then again, in the end it probably doesn't even matter, does it?
Once a joy, now a misery forever scared, alone.