SneakPerhaps she had never been firm enough around Marty. Although as teasing as their encounters were, she could not resist making him work for even the slightest touch at times. There were times she would willingly embrace him, or allow the briefest of kisses to her cheek and such. Any larger gestures deemed much hesitance from her, and much shying away and gentle protests. He always did manage, though.Sneak by decayingfingers
Usually, he was sneaky about it. Approaching her when she was least aware of it, and departing so quickly that she hardly caught who it happened to be. There was always a scowl offered his way, before she would turn and smile if he did indeed leave for the time being. It was a foolish cycle they had, but one she found herself enjoying more and more with the passing days.
There were times where she discovered him laying on the couch of her home, or sitting in the chair behind the desk at the shop. Either way, there were days she could expect him to show up and days when she could not expect
tragedies - collab.you deserve all the cobweb dreams,tragedies - collab. by bailey--elizabeth
fairytale hopes, and explosive love
in the world, but i know that i
will never be the one
to give them to you.
you need notes that end with
'ps - you're brighter than
twenty-seven silver stars'.
i can't bring myself
to write them, though.
it's not like you'd read them,
i cut out paper hearts and
dreams and gave them to you, but
you only ripped them up and said
'these aren't good enough.'
when i painted you a picture
of golden skies and sunshine smiles,
you handed it back and told me
'next time, paint realistically.'
so i wrote you a story
filled of starless nights and
hopeless dreams. you said 'no,
i don't need this. you're
tragedy enough for me.'
by the time i was humming you
melancholy lullabies through the receiver,
you had already surrendered
to the sweet grasps of sleep.
'i'd rather nightmares than you,'
you said, hanging up the phone.
i kept singing anyway, hoping
that you would stop running
long enough for me to catch up.
but i forgot -
beauty (lost)and i swear, this is the last time he'llbeauty (lost) by RoseScarlet
pin me to the wall
(he tells me i'm a work of art,
but after all this time, i'm still just a girl)
too young, too young, the walls whisper
too late, too late, i sob
because this battered body,
this girl with the scarlet tattoos, she is too tired to escape
and her wings won't work in the rain.
and as i suck in air, i wonder, how many more will have to endure
the pain of not being their own
i have heard too many screams, all at once
(God who i stopped believing in,
if you can hear me,
let this end, so that when i am walking in the streets
with my child, i can swear,
that she will never
have scars on her back,
she will never
have welts on her heart)