and this one's for you by demented-inu, literature
Literature
and this one's for you
i want someone - not just anyone -
but every time i fall for you,
my knuckles clench to white.
my heartstrings are tangled in you
and i worry;
but there ain't no use sitting and fretting
if you don't even know it.
i've got nothing worth giving;
no potions or magic carpet,
no gold, no money, no nerve.
no brave new world or
promised land.
my gift is my song, sang Elton John,
and this one's for you:
i'm like the wind, like i'm immortal,
when i can catch a sideways glance
of your brilliant diamond smile,
rare as it may be.
but when you're in your silent-treatment
heartbreak moods and feeling down,
i'm clipped at the knees,
an
It was a story of long ago, this story I'm about to tell you right now. The story of love and how everything came to be.
It was 2011, 70 years ago, when I was still a freshman at my new school. I knew no one, and didn't bother, nor did I care to talk to anyone. I was a rebel you see, not because of my parents, no, for they've died long ago, but because of the things people have been saying to me all those years.
I've been called dozens of hurtful names- monster, asshole, fiend , you name it. But as the years passed by, I learned to keep that hatred, forming what I am now.
I heard the teacher call my name- I didn't answer. I heard her say i