TwilightThese stars, they peek down at meTwilight by emopunkgirl06
From between the clouds and dance
Through my hair, between your ankles
It's a beautiful sight, can you hear me now?
Staring up a sliver,
Just a clipping of the moon,
And the headlights and street lamps
Flood my mind with foreign words.
Cotton candy pink,
You can't help but wonder if
The clouds would become sticky
Against your fingers and wrapped around your head,
Not in a sugar high but close enough,
Up in the skies. Can you hear me now?
And then, when the saltwater stars to
Eat at the edges
And prismatic blues fill the sky,
You ask me,
"Tell me something I don't already know."
Mist and dew against your shoes,
Between the grass,
Things start to feel solid and vibrant
As the saltwater chases
The stars and the moon away. Can you hear me now?
Between the branches and the leaves,
Exploring the carcasses of day,
You're a stranger in the night, when
Everyone else is asleep and gone.
Yearning for the perfect moment between
Night and morning,
Between asleep an
Forget Me Not Ch.3 :Frerard:The following day, Gerard got up of his own accord at nine in the morning. He quickly tugged on a pair of jeans and a loose black tee, slipping socks on and then tugging on Converse. He was to meet Frank by the park again, Frank having admitted that he tended to get there around eight in the morning.Forget Me Not Ch.3 :Frerard: by sweetangel4eva11
He stomped up the steps quickly and grabbed a Pop-Tart from the pantry. His mother looked at him curiously, wondering what her son who hated the sunlight was doing at such an hour.
Where are you going? she asked rather suspiciously.
Gerard, whose mouth was full of Pop-Tart, attempted to say out but failed in the attempt. His mother got the gist, though. She smiled lightly.
You like going outside now, dont you?
He swallowed and shook his head. No, but Im meeting a friend. Be back before dinner!
Without further speech he darted from the house, not even bothering to say goodbye to Mikey (if he was even up, that is). He lurched across