In the midst of a foggy field, the answers are hidden But the impossible journey deems them forbidden.
Jessica SorensenTag: poetic
In the midst of a foggy field, the answers are hidden But the impossible journey deems them forbidden. The Reaper of Death, the Angel of Life. They walk together in day and night.
Jessica SorensenTag: poetic
I write the word solitude on my wall and then below it: Do you know me at all? Are my words just air? Is my heart easy to spare?
Jessica SorensenTag: poetic
Four wings, two hearts, but only one soul. They connect in the middle, but are separated by a thin line of ash. Its what brings them together, yet rips their feathers apart. They can never truly be together as light and dark. Unless one makes the ultimate sacrifice. Blows out their candle, and joins the other in the dark. Or if the other dares to fly across the line and steals the others light And force them to cross over the line and join the darkness of life. Im not gone, princess. I will come back for you until you give in.
Jessica SorensenTag: poetic
You're crazy if you think that you can run off and change your identity. This unfeeling, preppy girl thing you got going on," he motions his hand at my tank top, white frilly skirt, and curly hair, "is nothing but bull shit. You can't just change who you are on the outside and expect it to change who you are on the inside.
Jessica SorensenYou can't just change who you are on the outside and expect it to change who you are on the inside.
Jessica SorensenJust because it's broken doesn't mean it loses its importance. And I figured I'd give it to you one day when you realized it was okay to make mistakes.
Jessica SorensenI’m pretty certain my worthless heart shatters inside my chest, and she steals one of the pieces. If it didn’t already belong to someone else I probably would have handed her all the pieces right then and there.
Jessica SorensenPretend all you want, pretty girl. You and I know that deep down you’re secretly glad to be pressed up to my body.
Jessica SorensenStay here, baby … Trust me, okay? Don’t run.
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