Please enjoy It's a Long Way if you haven't already!
-Skye Reign
(AKA. Alex Skye Bayer)


It's a long way.It's a long, long way from point A to point B, And one little girl doesn't know how to get From Here to There.It's a long way.
She's knows it's where she's supposed to be, And she knows who's waiting for her at the end, But the road is difficult, as always.
The road is twisted, tilted, Flipped around like a ball of yarn, Messed with by a kitten.
The lonely little girl is frightened Of the path ahead of her, But she tries it anyway.
The idea of going it alone, Well, She's almost scared to death.
She doesn't want to do it, So she t


So she waits.She sits at her computer, clicking mindlessly through the websites. Her social networking site makes her smile, for a second, and deviantART just reminds her of him. He's just left again.So she waits.
He didn't leave her, no, but he did leave.
He left to go back to college.
And she feels all alone. She knows she still has him, he's still hers, but she feels so alone. She just wants to feel his arms around her.
She wants to remember the feel of his skin on hers, his lips on hers, his breath on her cheek as he holds her close. But it hurts. It hurts too much to remember that. So she lets it go. She lets it


I feel.I feel like crap.I feel.
I feel worthless.
I feel like a lazy bum who deserves to die.
I feel like dying.
Worse than that...
I feel like taking my own life.
But then I meet you.
I meet you and you make it all go away.
I feel like the most precious gem in the world.
I feel as though nothing can harm me anymore.
I feel like a million bucks.
I feel like I could fly!
I feel like something completely irreplaceable.
I feel like I'm in love.
I AM in love.
I feel li


I know what it's like.I know what it's like: the pain...I know what it's like.
I know what it's like to see him between almost every class, even sit in one class with him.
I know what it's like to watch him sitting there next to you, only to suddenly look away as soon as he looks over.
I know what it's like...
I know what it's like to not be able to sleep... To stay up until three o'clock in the morning just writing goofy little love notes to him.
I know what it's like to be too scared to give those goofy little love notes to him when you see him the next day.
But I also know what it's like to finally be able
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I want to scream andshout and scribble curse words on the walls.
A piece of literature is never perfect, we simply decide to stop working on it.
And I totally relate to that last statement. I've given up plenty of pieces. -_-
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I want to scream andshout and scribble curse words on the walls.
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I want to scream andshout and scribble curse words on the walls.
oh yeah
the answer is "PANIC, EVERYONE!"
Thank you very much for tha fav hun 8D
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I luff Y O U
I came for the Parade, Stayed for the Cheers, Lived For the Bullets <3
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