<font color="pink"><3 b.roken h.earts <3</font color> -- Back Alley


		Pens may write on paper But the feeling of what's written Can't be manifested by words Which is why I stare at this paper for hours With hundreds of things in my head Bursting with ideas of what I want to write But those thoughts lose their meaning When put into a fluid motion of the hands Once transformed into ink on a page An epic tale of two broken hearts Isn't a memory so much as a tale There are 26 letters in the alphabet They may form words Of joy and loss and compassion But only a fool would think that The word love could Accurately convey the emotion Because we can all define love And write it into texts But only a few can explain what it feels like To have a broken heart The same milk chocolate eyes that had softened a few moments earlier now narrowed and glared at him in an icy stare. She knew she shouldn't have relaxed around him, but she had let her guard down and although she wasn't injured physically, it did hurt her pride a little bit. But she wouldn't let him get to her. She didn't care what was thought of her, she had learned that from living out here. A bit of new uneasiness was suddenly revealed as she resumed her previous state of half-sitting, half-standing. In answer to his question, she gave a slight nod of her head, but whether she was agreeing with him or just feeling the urge to move her neck was up in the air. The bitch found it unnecessary to say something to him at the moment. Her medium-framed body tensed at the presence of another dog, for she was now outnumbered since it seemed as if the two knew eachother. A soft warning growl was given to the new dog as well as the older male, she wasn't feeling very comfortable in this situation anymore. .riddle me this <3 heartb.roken .call me a bitch .been in hell for 2 years .stereotype me as a siberian husky .color me ginger snap .look me in the eyes milk chocolate .visualize

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