'Bang on my chest'
Friday, December 4
Tuesday, November 3
Abbie Gorsuch
"laying here......thinking thoughts of you
hoping maybe fairytale endings can come true
so i'll give you my love along with my fear
that this fairytale will end with a tear"
Monday, September 7
key to where...
Well I saw a king drown himself in a creek
Just to tell her...
But when he was gone he had no breath left
To tell her...
Of his undying love, his undying love
Well I heard the queen flung herself from the walls of her castle
But in the midst of her fall
She regretted it all
..
But it was too late
Her undying grief
Was her own live's theif
Monday, August 31
Frosted Roses...
Three days ago I turned 17.
It is a strange transition, from 16 to 17. There is a sudden stamp of realisation that your childhood is finally slipping away, and you feel almost tender in your fresh adult self.
So now I have decided that I would start a blog; one which documents my 17th year. The loves, the losses, the hope, the friendships, the dreams. And also things which should happen, but don't.
This blog, for me, is basically an escape.
A book to which I can scribble my thoughts.
A friend to whom I can whisper my secrets.
So please...feel free to talk. Feel free to glance at what I store here over the next year. And rather than sneer at what appears to be a slightly odd teenager with an over-active imagination triggered by severe hormones, smile with reassurance at the person showing the passions which many of us choose to subdue.
Love lies bleeding in the bed whereover
Roses lean with smiling mouths or pleading:
Earth lies laughing where the sun's dart clove her:
Love lies bleeding.
Stately shine his purple plumes, exceeding
Pride of princes: nor shall maid or lover
Find on earth a fairer sign worth heeding.
Yet may love, sore wounded scarce recover
Strength and spirit again, with life receding:
Hope and joy, wind-winged, about him hover:
Love lies bleeding.
Algernon Charles Swinburne
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