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OriginalI've never seen her
look this way.
She's a teenage girl,
but not today.
She's been crying
I see that now
But I don't wonder why
because I've seen how.
He said his goodbye
She begged him NO
But he's gone already,
She watched him go.
It hurts me as well
being this close to pain
And knowing I can't
make it right again.
I have my own fears
That I try not to show
I'm afraid of water,
I bet you didn't know.
She wipes away tears,
she's trying to be strong,
And me her kid sister,
Seeing its wrong.
Why no one else can tell
I really just don't know.
her eyes aren't this shiny
her heart is out on show.

Perfect ChildIt's the cutting remarks

That take what I said

And turn it into something

I never intended to say

It's the implied

'You think you're smart?

I've lived longer and suffered more.

You? You're pathetic compared to me.'

I wish it didn't hurt so much

To be honest

I wish I could be everything

The person you want me to be

But I can't

No matter how hard I try

I can't match this person you see

This person who isn't ME

I wish I could be perfect

Not say rude, crude things that you hate

Not do anything you don't want me to

Make you happy and proud

Be as polite in company

As well as at home

Never uncouth

Never one toe out of line

Is

Your Web of LiesAll of them
Written
Typed
Spelled out
Said
Read
They pull me a little further under
Make me hit a wall
If I could I would end it all
But I can't
I'm not strong enough
If I could be
I would show it
But I'm not
That doesn't matter though
I show strength when it's needed
Even if it isn't real
I too have lied
But not like this
Everybody lies
That is a truth
The only difference is whether they are big or small
Why do we lie?
The truth hurts too much
Simple as that.

My MasterpieceMy fingers
Grasp the pencil;
The creator
Of my medium

Stroke after stroke
I paint
A picture of words
With a brush of wood and lead

My colors
Are emotion;
Fury, tears, envy, fear
Joy, ecstasy, bliss

They flow from my brush;
The paint of
My dreams
My hopes and fears

My hand
Loosens around my pencil
And I set down
The writer of my dreams

I lay it next
To a masterpiece
Of colors;
A picture of my soul

Scars of Trust, BetrayedDirty secrets,
Filthy secrets,
Grimy, twisted, dusty secrets.
I have a few and won't whisper a word.
Unless of course you--

Ha, no, I won't tell.
Because what would happen if someone found my secrets…
And held them to my throat?
I can't have them knowing what I think of right before sleep,
Or what I cry for when the shower's tears slide down my back,

I can't have anyone knowing what I truly think…because it can be used against me in the end…
In the end, my trust would be my undoing…
I trust you, don't I?
Would you want to know these smoky words,
The ones I don't dare release from my lips?

But I can't tell y

Find YourselfFinding yourself
is a task fir for the prepared.
Mental preperatoin
is a rough teask
with no mask
to hise the truth.

There are several roads
some lead to eternal bliss
some lead to unknown regions
som lead to eternal damnation,
whichever you choose
shall paint the base
of your life.

Most see life through a loaded gun,
narrow and single.
Teses arethe people
who took in their shadows
and made them their fellows.
They are alone,
their minds, blank.
Their hearts, cold.
Their soul, casted away.

My child
there is more than one way,
it's truly up to you.
Discover what is yours,
take it within
Cherish that road,
paved wit

I Want to Show YouI want to show you all the wonders of love.

I want to take your hand and with gentle assurances and friendly expressions coax you out of your shell until you find yourself entirely devoid of fear.

You'll look around in wonder and surprise, demanding an answer for how this could have come to be. I will look at you and affectionately kiss your forehead and whisper to you all about the mysteries of the universe and the unfathomable processes within those mysteries. Your eyes will get wide and you'll try to retreat into your former shell, try to surround yourself with walls like you had in days of old.

Only this time, dear one, I won't let you

ChivalryThe door won't strike me down if you don't hold it back.
The bill won't stunt my purse if you don't cover our snack.

You needn't lay your blazer over a puddle to spare my feet.
And don't worry about standing to the left of me to shield me from the street.

You don't have to stand behind me waiting to pull out my chair.
You don't have to leave the last piece for me, you can have it, or we can share.

It'd be nice if you did but I only care for what you say,
The most important thing to me is that you treat me the right way.

You could be a valiant knight riding on a fiery steed,
But if you've got no heart then sadly, love, you aren't what

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Probably some distant relative or descendant of one of my other characters I did a bunch of work with. Really just an excuse to capitalize on my hard learned lessons for designing a character and doing a revamp of an old one.

=Carbon52 Jul 31, 2012 Student Digital Artist

I really like your characters!

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~thekeyofE Aug 1, 2012 Student Digital Artist

Thank you

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~DanqueDynasty Jul 31, 2012 Hobbyist Digital Artist

Amazing, love the lighting effects.

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~thekeyofE Aug 1, 2012 Student Digital Artist

Painting is really tough for me so this was a challenge. I'm glad you dig it

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~Pokemanslover567 Jul 31, 2012 Student Traditional Artist

Awesome drawing~!!

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~thekeyofE Aug 1, 2012 Student Digital Artist

Thanks!

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