Whisper + Two wrote:;-; I don't have the pure white dog, so the Archive picture will have to work. <3

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Lie x{m}x
~~~~~~ Blank x{f}x
Can you lie next to her and give her your heart, your heart? As well as your body?She was a blank page, innocent, pure.
She had nothing to hide. Not a lie
she told, and not a secret
she had.
He was a scribbled on notebook, where secrets and sins tried to burst through the pages, wanted to tell every little thing
he had done wrong to the world, to the people. {not that they didn't already know}.
And can you lie next to her and confess your love, your love. As well as your folly?She didn't hate anyone, though many hated her.
She didn't hold a grudge, didn't spread rumors.
She truly was clean.
He, on the other hand, hated many, had held his fair share of grudges, had told many rumors, and none of them were good. {but then again, when are rumors ever good?}
He was the definition of dirty.
And can you kneel before the king and say I'm clean, I'm clean?She had yet to fall in love, to feel the touch of her beloved.
She had kissed not a single man.
She did not search for a lover desperately, but rather, waited calmly for one to come by.
He had 'loved' many, touched many, but felt nothing for them. {except, perhaps, lust.}
He was not searching for a beloved, and did not believe
he would find one.
But tell me now where was my fault, in loving you with my whole heart?He hadn't meant to fall for her, the pure one. The innocent one. The one
he could not have. {but
he did.}
She was not supposed to care if one as nasty as
he fell for her. Was not to say a word to him, unless they were hurtful or degrading. {but
she did, and
she couldn't say a mean word to him.}
Oh, tell me now where was my fault, in loving you with my whole heart?((|D Should I continue? I have at least the other half ready, I just wanted to get some opinions.
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A white blank page, and a swelling rage, rage.
She, for once, had feelings of rebellion, and these sudden urges confused her. She wanted to run away with her lover. {but she didn't want to leave her family.} She wanted to run away from all the jealous looks. {but she didn't want to leave her friends.} Away from all the hated rumors. {the truth: she had no idea what she wanted to do.} {she just wanted to get away, if only for a little while... or did she?} He, for once, had feelings of love, of wanting to stay, {but having no place to stay at.} and wanting to leave, {but to leave and go where?} He did know what he wanted. Her.
You did not think when you sent me to the brink, to the brink.
She pushed herself, forcing herself to come up with a decision, stay or leave, now. He waited for her, for once patient, and decided to do whatever she chose to do. He did love her after all, and she, him. {right?}
You desired my attention, but denied my affections, my affections.
She had made her decision. They were to leave this horrible town. At once. He had nodded, and ran off to pack his bag. She had stood there for a moment, watching the one she wasn't supposed to love but did {right? she wasn't so sure anymore.} run off to gather his things. After that seemingly endless moment ended, she did the same. {but quietly, quietly, for if her family had awoken, they would be stopped.}
So, tell me now where was my fault, in loving you with my whole heart?
They shared a quick glance at the town they had grown up in. Hers filled with apprehension, {was she really following her heart? she wasn't sure.} his filled with contempt. {he had always hated this town. or did he?} Then, they entwined their fingers and ran off, heading straight towards the city. {what now, they wondered, what now?}
Oh, tell me now where was my fault, in loving you with my whole heart?
The first week was wonderful, they were so giddy, they had finally escaped their prison. {... hadn't they?} Then, suddenly, it changed. The pure innocent girl he had thought she was, wasn't clean anymore. She was dirty on the inside, and on the outside. He had been tricked by the way she had acted, blinded by her kindness {if you could call it that.} That night, he tried to escape, set off in the middle of the night to try and trick her. {it didn't work.} The girl he thought he knew gave him a deadly smile, full of threats. It was to late for the scribbled on boy, and by morning, the girl had gone back to their town, pretending to be that pure little girl once again. But there was blood on her hands, and she was never quite so pure after she had left the boy.
{with a knife in his throat and a hole in his heart.}
((|D >.> Sucky ending, I know.//cough
Lyrics from Mumford & Sons ; White Blank Page
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