Strike
Freedom
ForbiddenYou're in my stars you know/ Don't need no crystal ball to tell me so/ Whispering in the air/ Hoping that my words find you somewhere/ Even when I close my eyes/ I'll never recreate the time that flies/ The consequence is hanging there/ The sky will fall but I don't care/Forbidden
Meet me beneath my balcony and say/ No one but you could ever fill my night/ Be the sunlight in my every day/
Your love is haunting me/ And all I want is more to set me free/ Whispering in the air/ Hoping that my words find you somewhere/ Do you hear me call your name/ &nb
| I love art. It appeals to me a lot. I am a newbie when it comes to computer arts such as using Photoshop, or Inkscape, or GIMP, but I'll be getting there soon. My specialty really is writing. I have written quite a number of poems, two short stories, and am finishing a novelette. I am a sixteen-year-old whose interest is different from its peers. That I accept, if only discrimination would stop. I have been branded autistic before, but to tell you the truth, I am not. I just have a different interest from others. I don't enjoy much Chris Brown or Britney Spears. I'd rather listen to Antonio Vivaldi, or Emilie Autumn, or even All That Remains. Enough about me. What's your story? |
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hallo. thanks for the watch and thanks for the fave.~ +
~sai~
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