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worn soleThe cement rips at the soft leather of his sole.
The weight of the world pressed painfully inside him.
Step by step his destiny comes closer.
inside his head, something vibrates.
he can't seem to find his hands, lost in the mess of cotton and canvas.
His head, bandaged with leather, protecting himself from the storm that surrounds him.
the damp, although unmistakably solid cement underneath him makes a sound against his toes that he has never heard before, alost like a fork against carpet.
as his skin transforms into newer and thrilling colours, the sunset draws near.
he lingers on each footstep, becoming tired and worn.
His hair wrsoas around his neck untidily, like a collor on a school-child.
His body is dirty, mudden-even, from his travels and experiences.
Abruptly the rain Ceases, and the water pooled around his feet begins to dry.
underneath him is soft, still as rough as the day he set off, but interestingly soft.
He wanders around for a while, feeling the new warmth under his so
life and suchIts weird to think about how far we came in the space of a few days, its like the whole of our lives were broken down into little peices, and all the complicated ones were thrown away, and what was left, was how it was.
its as if all the worlds oxygen was cut off, except ours, and to keep ourselves alive we had to breathe each others lives.
and as you lie next to me, staring at nothing in particular, so many images pass over your iris's in a haze of lust and confusion, showing exactly how you feel, or how you don't.
and i sit there in complete awe.
i just sit there and watch these images of you pass by in front of me, images i have never seen before.
and then it snaps, and i realise...
life is not perfect, and as much as we wish it could be, and write about these perfect little romances, these happily ever afters, its never really like that, is it.
as much as we say it could be and try to sweep the grit out of our lives, all we are really doing is hiding it under a rug, and when life t
break it offWhere is your boy my friend,
hes not locked in your arms,
you threw us instantly away,
and you fell for his fake charm,
has he gone and left you now?
has he found somebody new?
dont come crawling back to me,
i dont want you to,
i thought we would always stick together
i thought we were best friends,
but as soon as that boy came along,
you said it was the end,
everyday you two are together,
kissing and having fun,
while i sit back in the corner,
and relish what has begun,
eventually youll find out who he really is,
what he does in his spare time,
you will realise that i was right,
but this friendship has already died,
all the times i stood by you
and this one time youve let me go,
i really thought you were different
but that is how our friendship goes!
the next best thing will come along
and off you go again
rebellion and mischevous
no more are we best friends!
one heartA single dancer stands alone
in the middle of the floor
she dances around in circles
you would cry if you saw
her lonely heart sings softly
her tears making music in the night
she dances around the ballroom
and nobody else is in sight
she holds her arms out open
and pretends to dance and sway
her lonely heart sings a tune
that would make your hearts fade
this ballroom might hold memories
it might hold forgotten pasts
but in this moment for this girl
the sadness does not last
the music keeps on playing
drifting into the sky
she dances around the ballroom floor
making music with her eyes
this single ballroom dancer
alone and by herself
dances like theres no tomorrow
and dances for herself.
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