Love Is The Message [0] new message first there's worry about them about you about what it all meant for you for them [0] new message then comes the anger at them at you at the whole fucking for not giving a crap [0] new message then there's pity mainly for you're self and then you scream at the world and its mother just wished they could just shove a boot in the ass [0] new message finally there's acceptance for the choices they made, you made wondering if you could take it all back [1] New message and then all is forgiven

The Song Of Disorder windy laughter around my legs skirt tails whipping my #life into disorder and then there's you in the auditorium holding every screaming pansy's breath keeping my breath short and then quite by surprise I suddenly smelled You of an unwashed body and a closed off room where guitars litter the floor so I wondered if this was how all musician smelled or if or if it was the smell of laziness and I thought probably, possible, and with a lot of profanity it was both

Prompt Scarhead Disclaimer: JK Rowling retains the ownership of all characters and settings borrowed from the Harry Potter series of books. Warning! This is a slash fanfiction. Basically a boylovesboy story. If you don't like. DON'T read it then. As the lips cares my neck I forgot how we ended up here. Enemies and now lovers he caressed me like I was a cloud which would evaporate the moment he forced his hand. At least I felt like a cloud, laying there in our sweat and stinking of sex. -What are you thinking? -About us, he doesn't say anything just lifts his head and stares. We're both quite and then: -And? He prompts and I can't help but smirk at him. -And you need a pair of better glasses if you're ever gonna be seen with me. He smiles, that goofy and dorky smile that leaves the weasel fuming and me smirking. But thankfully the weasel isn't here and I get the pleasure of watching that gawking dollop head smile at me like a loon and then force me into a hug. -Really Scarhead what would you do without me? If he happened to hear a bit of a choke coming from me he didn't let on and just kept smiling into my neck.

Power In My Grip And Under My Feet tomorrow red lips of her the humming of her heart as I twist the skeleton key the fast lightning the rawness of my throat fear and delight hiding under my foot as I grasp the wheel I pass the clear cloudy skies and the forgotten roads leads the way back home tomorrow could not be here sooner

Value Is All value me to the price of five taken from its bed it claws it's way up my back sadden me not so I may just this once smile as you say good bye And sell me for the price of five