ArtLover57

"Maybe I could play him something..." The boy paused over the idea. Ren contemplated the latest point before releasing an annoyed growl and attacking the paper with his pencil again. "We'd never be alone enough!" he said as he sent the pencil in his hand clattering against the desk. "Isn't there anything I could do just for him that he could keep?" he sighed, hunching forward into his hand. Blue eyes wandered over the paper, eventually being drawn sideways to the tall man standing in the corner. "Are you going to give me any help?" George chuckled softly, raising his eyes to meet Ren's. "Only if you’d like me to, Bocchan." Ren let

There once was a time, Where I thought you to be kind. To be nice, To be caring, To be decent. We both know time proves a lot of things. Time proves lies to be false, Truths to be true, Fantasies to be nothing but a dream. Time proves those hastily spoken words To be nothing but a lie. For that, I cannot blame solely you. Though they passed your lips first, So too are mine guilty. While you could have had the decency to wait, I should have had the sense to run. After all, I never did really see your wings. I wanted to. I so badly wanted to. I wanted to fly with you, Bury myself in your feathers, And forget the sight of those unforgettab