Thor - Letting GoThis is a short story dedicated to all of my readers, but especially to those who have been in full support of my Thor/Loki stories that I have posted in the past few days. You guys mean a lot to me and it makes me so happy to see you all enjoy my stories.Anyway, this particular story is from something I wrote a while ago, and it made me and my little sister cry, so I hope it will be good.It makes it even more sad when you listen to "Letting Go" from the Thor Soundtrack, starting at about 55 seconds in, during the piano bit. That's what I listened to as I was writing this, and it made me cry hysterically.In the story this comes from and
UnsolidUnsolidEven when I'm at my weakestI still lend you my strength Even when my eyes are their darkestI still look out for you the best way I can-I'm not the hero of the dayI just know what's rightI'm not some selfless saintSomeone has to bear the lightI don't expect any praiseAll my deeds are of the same kindI need not your thanksNo relief can fill this void in my lifeNo rest for the wicked / No love for the abandonedNo hope for the innocent / No pain for the departedI'll give you my all / I'll rise while I fallI'll answer your call / I'll serve until there's no pulseI'm not looking for acknowledgme
Dreaming of DemonsDreamsSuch a hazeWhat's real and what's fake?A face plastered to her brainBegins to leave her insaneHis touch is so realEverything about him she can feelHis touch is so realIn her dreams they walkIn her dreams they talkHe becomes everything she's always wantedShe gradually becomes even more hauntedBy his face plastered in her brainSeveral details painted on his faceAllow him to pull ahead in the raceHe has placed her heart in a cageHe is a demon, holding onto the leverControlling her hearts endeavorsAt any moment he could cause the endWith a claw he does a single rendBut with his claw he may also mend
Just One TimeAll I want is youYour soft eyes show you don't even have a clueYou still have no idea what I would doJust to prove that I love youCountless times you'd ask and I'd provideThen later on you'd just push me asideYou don't have any feelings insideYou don't feel a single thing for meWhich is why I don't understand why I can't seeYou proved it when you insulted meYet I'm still too blind to seeWhy can't I just let you go?Your soft skin glowsBut it's a thick case over the holeThat exists in place of your heartMaybe that's where you store the ones you've torn apartEvery picture of you that I seeIt burns a hole inside
Beautiful DayIt was a beautiful day. The sun shone through the white, wispy clouds, beaming itself onto me and blocking my eyesight. There was a subtle breeze and I felt the lofty weeds next to me brush gently against my exposed stomach. With this breeze also came a hint of his cologne- it smelt incredible; like nothing else. I fell softly onto the rough-edged tree behind me and closed my eyes. I felt a swift movement next to me, but I was too exhausted to peek through my closed eyes. I felt a familiar figure's hand touching the top of mine. Instinctively, I swathed my fingers around a mere 3 of his. A tender smile peeled across my face. He yawned and