Sitting so silent,
Perched up on that shelf,
Alone and cold,
He just stairs,
In my direction,
His cold eyes met mine,
And he just sat there for a wile,
His sight left mine,
He stair in to the sky,
Thinking of nothing in his mind,
Sitting alone,
Thinking of nothing,
His threads come undone,
Nothing more to see,
But a pile of ash and string,
He strung his threads,
To that black dead tree,
He sat on the branch when,
When i saw him again,
His sight met mine,
And he tried to die,
Sitting alone,
Thinking of nothing,
His threads come undone,
Nothing more to see,
But a pile of ash and string,
I cought him in the end,
Saving his life,
But killing him at the same time,
Nothing he wanted to do,
Sides die in my arms that night,
I held him there,
Just the strings and ash,
That was left,
Sitting alone,
Thinking of nothing,
His threads come undone,
Nothing more to see,
But a pile of ash and string,
Next I saw him in the night,
He stood there so silent,
And I smiled so sweet,
He looked with confusion,
And looked at his feet,
Sitting alone,
Thinking of nothing,
His threads come undone,
Nothing more to see,
But a pile of ash and string,
a pile of ash and string...
a pile of ash and string...
a pile of ash and string...
a pile of ash and string...
a pile of ash and string...
Perched up on that shelf,
Alone and cold,
He just stairs,
In my direction,
His cold eyes met mine,
And he just sat there for a wile,
His sight left mine,
He stair in to the sky,
Thinking of nothing in his mind,
Sitting alone,
Thinking of nothing,
His threads come undone,
Nothing more to see,
But a pile of ash and string,
He strung his threads,
To that black dead tree,
He sat on the branch when,
When i saw him again,
His sight met mine,
And he tried to die,
Sitting alone,
Thinking of nothing,
His threads come undone,
Nothing more to see,
But a pile of ash and string,
I cought him in the end,
Saving his life,
But killing him at the same time,
Nothing he wanted to do,
Sides die in my arms that night,
I held him there,
Just the strings and ash,
That was left,
Sitting alone,
Thinking of nothing,
His threads come undone,
Nothing more to see,
But a pile of ash and string,
Next I saw him in the night,
He stood there so silent,
And I smiled so sweet,
He looked with confusion,
And looked at his feet,
Sitting alone,
Thinking of nothing,
His threads come undone,
Nothing more to see,
But a pile of ash and string,
a pile of ash and string...
a pile of ash and string...
a pile of ash and string...
a pile of ash and string...
a pile of ash and string...
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A story I thought of wile writing this
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Teen Boy's Wish and One Girl's Smile
by: Me : D
Walking down a street. I saw a boy. Just sitting on a bench with an red shaved ice in his hand, but he looked so sad then... I walked over and sat by him and smiled sweetly.
"Hi" I said, but he just looked at his melting shaved ice so still and silent. It was kind of annoying when he didn't say Hi back and I looked at my feet for a moment then looked back to where the boy once was, but he was gone. There was nothing left from where he was but a pile of ash and a ribbon. I looked at the ash and pick the ribbon out of it. As I tied it around my wrist wile walking i saw him again. He was sitting in a tree with a noose around his neck. The noose was made of the same ribbon around my wrist and he slipped down off the branch. I ran to catch him but all I got was a black ribbon and a hand full of ash. I stumbled threw the cemetery. In there I saw the boy again. I smiled sweetly at him and ran over to the stone sticking out of the ground and hugged the angel of cold stone and whispered softly.
"I miss you my pile of ash and string,"
