If you know someone who is dyeing for whatever reason....Tell me how you feel...Write from the heart....
goodbye to love
By nazzGORE on May 31st 2009, mid-afternoon.on topic For the dyeing
i can feel you dyeing and all i can say is sorry,
i poisoned you and now i leave you dyeing. i let you get poisoned by his words and my words in return. i can feel you loosing beat, i can feel you losing yourself and slipping away from me, i dont want you to go i want you to stay alive, if you leave forever so do i, i will follow you until the end of time, why do i do this, leave you to get hurt then i die, i feel your last breath is it time?? good bye heart...goodbye me
i poisoned you and now i leave you dyeing. i let you get poisoned by his words and my words in return. i can feel you loosing beat, i can feel you losing yourself and slipping away from me, i dont want you to go i want you to stay alive, if you leave forever so do i, i will follow you until the end of time, why do i do this, leave you to get hurt then i die, i feel your last breath is it time?? good bye heart...goodbye me
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Dying
By Dreamers LoveMe on June 2nd 2009, terribly early in the morning.on topic For the dyeing
I am watching you kill yourself
Slowly but surely you are dying
Each breath you take it kills you
You hold in your hand the murder weapon
You breath it in and it feels so good
Slowly and surely you are dying
You are forcing me to watch a brother die
I have asked you to stop
You have said you would
Then i see it there in your hand again
Your death is slow
But in the end it will be very painfull
And you want me to come vist you
One night you will hopefully slip away in your sleep
That is the best you can hope for
You will want me to visit your grave
I will cry for you
I will miss you
I will hate you
I ask you now not to go
I ask you now not to kill yourself
You have left me
God how i miss you
You made watch a brother die
I should hate you
But i still love you
Even though i miss you terribly i still love you
Slowly but surely you are dying
Each breath you take it kills you
You hold in your hand the murder weapon
You breath it in and it feels so good
Slowly and surely you are dying
You are forcing me to watch a brother die
I have asked you to stop
You have said you would
Then i see it there in your hand again
Your death is slow
But in the end it will be very painfull
And you want me to come vist you
One night you will hopefully slip away in your sleep
That is the best you can hope for
You will want me to visit your grave
I will cry for you
I will miss you
I will hate you
I ask you now not to go
I ask you now not to kill yourself
You have left me
God how i miss you
You made watch a brother die
I should hate you
But i still love you
Even though i miss you terribly i still love you
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About dye
By MasterMorality on July 5th 2009, early evening.on topic For the dyeing
There was a terrible lack of easy work at the factory. All the good cloth was just a bleak shade of grey. It was tragic. Little sharah had some green dye, she put it on the trousers. Then, in a terrible flash of untainted clarity, she found a terrible truth:
It was really red!
"Oh no!" She cried. How will farmer John take it when he finds out he has bright red trousers?
Well she had no choice, she sent them down the line, and farmer John, the next day, recieved a pair of bright Red trousers.
It was a tragic week.
It was really red!
"Oh no!" She cried. How will farmer John take it when he finds out he has bright red trousers?
Well she had no choice, she sent them down the line, and farmer John, the next day, recieved a pair of bright Red trousers.
It was a tragic week.
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My Soul Is Dying
By ILuvToSing on July 9th 2009, late at night.on topic For the dyeing
Someone who is dying... well, it's not really a someone, it's more of a something, my soul. It has been torn apart and thrown away so many times, though sometimes it hops right back out. Though, it's getting tired of having to get right back again, just to torn, and thrown away again. My soul is dying, and I have a feeling, that so am I.
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By HayleyMai on July 10th 2009, the wee hours.
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futile
the banter
the smiles
the longing
the wishes
the wants gone to waste
an unhappy ending
in it's place
a shame
my one claim of fame
the only one to say i love you
the only one to make my heart drop
to terrorize my mind for days
to be missed so shortly after
and i'm sorry
i'm sorry that i'm angry
but how can you say you love me
and try to kill yourself
to not try to live
despite my efforts
my odd hours
my worried lectures
my inquizitions
how can you say i dont care?
how can you say it...
how can you be dieing?
but i know you are
the banter
the smiles
the longing
the wishes
the wants gone to waste
an unhappy ending
in it's place
a shame
my one claim of fame
the only one to say i love you
the only one to make my heart drop
to terrorize my mind for days
to be missed so shortly after
and i'm sorry
i'm sorry that i'm angry
but how can you say you love me
and try to kill yourself
to not try to live
despite my efforts
my odd hours
my worried lectures
my inquizitions
how can you say i dont care?
how can you say it...
how can you be dieing?
but i know you are
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