PerfectDressed down, dressed up Made up to be flawless. When I wake up in the morning, He lies and says I look perfect.Perfect
I'm too outspoken, And I don't think before I speak. He's learned to shrug and laugh, And tell me that I'm perfect.
He loves to dance, And I lack the ability. I sing loudly and off-key, But he tells me I sound perfect.
My moods constantly flucuate. I can't make a decision. Sometimes I don't think I'm sane. But he still thinks I'm perfect.
He lies, he cheates, Blames his mistakes on being human. I k
Still RememberI still remember The way your palm felt The first time you reached for my hand And the spark that shudderedStill Remember
Down my spine at your touch.
I still remember The way your eyes burned When you lost our first fight. I’d never seen you give up so easily. But you did for me.
I still remember The way you would hold me, The first time I realized That you cherished me. You were afraid you’d break me.
I still remember The heat in the air The first time we made love. I remember your hesitant touch As we both lost control.
Fever- Part 3 of 3A shrill noise permeated the silent morning, causing a lovely string of explicit words to roll from Abby’s tongue. Grumbling, she rolled over to turn it off, only to surprise herself when she rolled over something—someone, rather—in her attempt.Fever- Part 3 of 3
The someone, she realized, was her best friend Landon, and when he felt her weight crush on top of him, he let out a loud grunt. He reached over to fumble with the alarm clock, desperate to quiet the cacophony that had interrupted his sleep.
His attempts to put an end to the noises were futile. He couldn’t find the butt
Devious Journal Entry
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Hell isn't always fire and brimstone. The real hell is your life gone wrong.
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