A/N: first post. Yes this is a very odd piece of work, doesn't quite classify as a story of any sort but more like random blurbs which is what I do and it is what I'm somewhat good at other than dialogue. Future work will be better, I can assure you, I just really wanted to post something that wasn't fanwork. R&R then I guess(?)
Crimson and clover
Roses and their thorns. Desert sand and the grass. Red and green nailpolish. Memories.
Did you ever feel like you lost your best friend?
And then there were days where you wonder who the hell your best friend was in the first place…
Why did we ever meet?
Why did we ever part?
And do you remember those days when you were eleven and she was twelve and oh you two were such good friends but she suddenly changed, leaving you behind. She found a crowd that made her paint her nails and curl her hair and then you were the lonely one because there and then, she was your only friend.
Years pass and years pass you by…it's all lost now. It was all yesterday. You cried about such foolish things. You cried when you thought your best friend left you when you were eleven, even though you didn't even know she was your best friend then. But now it rings nostalgia all around you and you'll never forget because now it's happening all over again. Only this time, it's not as simple as removing green or black nail polish and bringing a person back to themselves. Now you're almost seventeen and are about to embark on different journeys very shortly and now things don't seem so reparable.
Perhaps it's for the best because after all, isn't it better to stop missing things earlier on than start missing them later on?
Don't forget those lessons of life.
After all, yesterday is too far away to bring back anyway.
No one lasts forever.
What a joke. Forever doesn't even last forever.
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I dream of two hearts that will never tie.
You're supposed to write for yourself but it's nice to have someone else read sometimes. Sometimes are the times when you don't feel like closing the curtains and hiding everything there is about yourself. Sometimes it's nice to write by yourself for yourself and sometimes you just don't have a choice because nobody wants to read, nobody wants to see. Usually, no one cares about what you have to say but sometimes it's a good thing because you're not expected to say anything you wouldn't want to.
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After endless winter, a flash of sunshine isn't enough to cure those broken hearts.
Where are you now?
Cry, cry, and cry again. There was no use in trying.
She dreamt about him a lot. Fantastical dreams with bittersweet melodies playing in her head.
Cold, so cold. She could sense her own shivering and could do nothing at all. Nothing whatsoever.
I'm on fire, she thought, even though it's so goddamn cold.
You said you'd always be there for me…where are you now?
And then how could you forget those days…
Empty. I feel so goddamn empty.
She'll never know what she's waiting for until it finally comes. And if it finally comes.
The roads are empty now. And she's waiting.