Post by kyra on Oct 8, 2011 2:48:47 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 380px; border-left: 20px solid #C36241; background-image:url(http://i592.photobucket.com/albums/tt7/Sara_Shadow/PRIVATE/texture-orange.jpg); padding-left: 10px; padding-bottom: 20px;] please , PLEASE, FORGIVE ME, BUT I WON'T BE HOME AGAIN. MAYBE SOMEDAY YOU'LL LOOK UP, AND BARELY CONSCIOUS, YOU'LL SAY TO NO ONE, "ISN'T SOMETHING MISSING?" YOU WON'T CRY FOR MY ABSENCE, I KNOW. YOU FORGOT ME LONG AGO. AM I SO UNIMPORTANT? AM I SO INSIGNIFICANT? ISN'T SOMETHING MISSING...? ISN'T SOMEONE . . . |
missing me?
A voice could be heard coming from the lake beneith a lamp. The lamp was a handheld one and looked rather old-fashion. It was a gift from her brother though, so the girl besides it had kept it, adding a few grass of lemongrass oil to make the area around her smell good. It was later at night, nearly 10, so no other students were around the school and that was the only reason Kyra felt safe to be here. She was singing low to herself over white notebook. She was working on lyrics to a new song, and wasn't having much luck. Her voice was nothing amazing, but more of a softer tune. It was gentle on the ears but wasn't fit for professional singing. She sang out the two verses she was thinking could be the chorus:
'Cause you're dancing dirt unto the snow
while others look at you on show.
You're dancing dirt unto the snow
while all around you people grow
And watch you bleed.
And watch you bleed.
A sigh floated from her pale lips as something seemed missing. It wasn't getting the right tone across. How could she ever write songs when she couldn't even get a basic melody! Hard on herself as always, Kyra ran a hand through her hair. It was blonde, as half the girls in the new academy had that color of hair. She supposed the only real difference was that this color was natural. She had never died or highlighted her hair in the least, and planned to keep it that way. Same with her face. Makeup was a foreign thing to her and she rarely ever partook in it. Except for in the past when she had to hide bruises or now when her brother took her out to a nice restaurant to eat. It just wasn't her style. She didn't really need to do anything to her hair anyways. It was naturally wavy and she was satisfied with the way it fell. Well, Kyra didn't really know if she was satisfied. If she could figure out what she looked like it would be better. She still wasn't sure if she was really ugly or really pretty, and that bothered her. Perhaps she was just mediocre looking.
She put the pink pen back to the paper and scratched out a word before humming once more: "You're dancing dirt unto the snow, you're dancing dirt into the snow..." She mumbled out loud to herself, debating whether You're dancing dirt unto the snow, was better than into. She eventually nodded her head and agreed with into. Then, she resumed humming the whole chorus. With another sigh she voiced her disappointment. She was getting the feeling across, but she wanted to add a little of a love touch to it. That was hard for someone with no experience in that area.
It was hard for her, and she was thinking of just giving up in general and saving herself any more pain for this song. She had a few other ideals in mind anyways. Kyra had been sitting down for a while, and her joints were beginning to ache. She stood up from her large hello kitty beach towel and walked a few feet out until her toes were wet with the lake's watter. then, she placed her hands behind her and stretched backwards. Her grey tanktop came up an inch or two. Her brother had bought what she was wearing right now for her, just as he had bought everything for her. He said it was from Victoria secret's pink, whatever that meant. The bottoms were from there too, grey sweats. They were comfortable, and that was probably why Kyra was stretching with the loud yawn.
[/left]'Cause you're dancing dirt unto the snow
while others look at you on show.
You're dancing dirt unto the snow
while all around you people grow
And watch you bleed.
And watch you bleed.
A sigh floated from her pale lips as something seemed missing. It wasn't getting the right tone across. How could she ever write songs when she couldn't even get a basic melody! Hard on herself as always, Kyra ran a hand through her hair. It was blonde, as half the girls in the new academy had that color of hair. She supposed the only real difference was that this color was natural. She had never died or highlighted her hair in the least, and planned to keep it that way. Same with her face. Makeup was a foreign thing to her and she rarely ever partook in it. Except for in the past when she had to hide bruises or now when her brother took her out to a nice restaurant to eat. It just wasn't her style. She didn't really need to do anything to her hair anyways. It was naturally wavy and she was satisfied with the way it fell. Well, Kyra didn't really know if she was satisfied. If she could figure out what she looked like it would be better. She still wasn't sure if she was really ugly or really pretty, and that bothered her. Perhaps she was just mediocre looking.
She put the pink pen back to the paper and scratched out a word before humming once more: "You're dancing dirt unto the snow, you're dancing dirt into the snow..." She mumbled out loud to herself, debating whether You're dancing dirt unto the snow, was better than into. She eventually nodded her head and agreed with into. Then, she resumed humming the whole chorus. With another sigh she voiced her disappointment. She was getting the feeling across, but she wanted to add a little of a love touch to it. That was hard for someone with no experience in that area.
It was hard for her, and she was thinking of just giving up in general and saving herself any more pain for this song. She had a few other ideals in mind anyways. Kyra had been sitting down for a while, and her joints were beginning to ache. She stood up from her large hello kitty beach towel and walked a few feet out until her toes were wet with the lake's watter. then, she placed her hands behind her and stretched backwards. Her grey tanktop came up an inch or two. Her brother had bought what she was wearing right now for her, just as he had bought everything for her. He said it was from Victoria secret's pink, whatever that meant. The bottoms were from there too, grey sweats. They were comfortable, and that was probably why Kyra was stretching with the loud yawn.
dunno, Sam, outfit, Lyrics are Missy Higgens 'dancing dirt into the snow'
MISSING by EVANESCENCE
made by ANYA of caution 2.0
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made by ANYA of caution 2.0
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