THESE ARE THE LAST THINGS I'VE WRITTEN THEY'RE MY GOODBYE :PICKING DAISIES:
Summary
She has eyes like sunsets.
Sunsets that are not red.
Sunsets on a stormy night.
A sky you never see.
As you hide away
In fear of whirling Tornados and
Hail storm's destruction;
That
Is when the sun sets.
And when the sky turns green.
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But what then will you do after this storm?
When your life is in shambles,
A rotting pile of debris?
Will you ask why?
I guarantee no answer will come.
She is the wind.
The cold that bites.
The water you drink,
The air you breath.
SHE WILL GO.
Leaving a blissful ache in your chest.
Her memory is yours to keep,
Though a memory is pain.
As she is a flower.
This flower plants her roots well;
Strong, they have built up her walls.
{TRIGGER WARNING} THIS STORY MAY CONTAIN MENTIONS OF ANOREXIA, SELF HARM, ABUSE, AND RAPE. I WILL NOT GLORIFY OR ROMANTICIZE ANY OF THESE TOPICS. IF YOU ARE TRIGGERED BY ANY OF THESE , THIS IS NOT YOUR STORY. I WOULD MUCH RATHER YOU BE SAFE AND SOUND THAN READ THIS. ♡
This isn't a story anymore. It's just my last thoughts. Im sorry I love you all
Sunsets that are not red.
Sunsets on a stormy night.
A sky you never see.
As you hide away
In fear of whirling Tornados and
Hail storm's destruction;
That
Is when the sun sets.
And when the sky turns green.
====
But what then will you do after this storm?
When your life is in shambles,
A rotting pile of debris?
Will you ask why?
I guarantee no answer will come.
She is the wind.
The cold that bites.
The water you drink,
The air you breath.
SHE WILL GO.
Leaving a blissful ache in your chest.
Her memory is yours to keep,
Though a memory is pain.
As she is a flower.
This flower plants her roots well;
Strong, they have built up her walls.
{TRIGGER WARNING} THIS STORY MAY CONTAIN MENTIONS OF ANOREXIA, SELF HARM, ABUSE, AND RAPE. I WILL NOT GLORIFY OR ROMANTICIZE ANY OF THESE TOPICS. IF YOU ARE TRIGGERED BY ANY OF THESE , THIS IS NOT YOUR STORY. I WOULD MUCH RATHER YOU BE SAFE AND SOUND THAN READ THIS. ♡
This isn't a story anymore. It's just my last thoughts. Im sorry I love you all
Characters
Daisy Lee (Drum)
Gerard Way
Chapters
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Prologue
"Pourquoi aller jeter des pierres quand les choses sont mieux laissés seuls."
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Chapitre un
Pour tout ce que nous valons , nous pourrions tout aussi bien vendre nos âmes misérables .
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Chapitre deux
Mais la plupart du temps il est préférable de ne rien dire du tout .
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this isn't a chapter. please read tho
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Chapitre Quatre
Votre mémoire portera sur
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I'm scrapping this story and saying goodbye
I'm thinking about writing something else. Maybe high school Frank/ OC maybeeeee
12/12/14