I know that I'm drunk but I'll say the words,
And she'll listen this time even though they're slurred,
So I dialed her number and confessed to her,
I'm still in love but all I heard was nothing

A soft breeze lifted her hair slightly off her back. Her pale, slim limbs dangled over the surface of the water, gently skimming over it as it rose and fell to the rhythm of the sleeping child in her arms. Her quiet audience bathed silently in the soft glow of a cloudy day's morning sun as she rocked the little babe carefully back and forth, singing lullabies of tales that lived far away from the surface of reality, the tattered dock that she was sitting on at this moment.

The guns.

The men.

The cruelity.

The shame.

The hurt.

The blood.

And, death.

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Just a little passage that I'd thought of :) I've been itching to write for a long long long long time. Descriptive, fantasy, dreamy other worlds, mushy romances, stuff like that. The feeling has come back again. I do not know if that's a good thing or not but I guess that I'll just shut that out again. It'll be gone soon anyway, and I know that very well :D Haha :) but really, who said you could come back out again? Go the fuck away. Hah. Vulgarities. Yay. :D Recently I'd been crazy about the two new songs that I've downloaded. They are namely Nothing by The Script and Back to December by Taylor Swift. Yeah, I don't hate her as much anymore. And I don't regret that :D