I keep my rhythm
I tap in time,
My musique is my world
An angry beat inside.
It can crash like a waterfall
ou gradually trickle down,
It can make toi laugh and cry
That powerful sound.

My headphones on my head
The lyrics flowing though,
Filling up my brain
musique is the nourriture I chew.
It can be beautiful, strange
Crazy and cool,
I couldn't live without music
There's a style to suit all.

musique is like a brand new life
Jumping around your mind,
Each instrument that is played
Is an ingredient to find.
There's nothing quite like music
There's nothing quite like me,
toi can always find a friend in music
musique will always be.

The city of light was full of marchants and villagers. Elyon stood and gazed at them from the huge silver gate. And gurding the gate was two broad shouldered men, wearing bright white robes, that glowed from every angle.
"Excuse me?" the man with blonde hair asked. When Elyon took a shaky step forward, the men stared shocked at her.
"Elyon? What are toi doing outside the city?" The man asked. Elyon took in a deep sharp breath and took another shaky step forward. She still hadnt noticed that the vilagers were watching silently.
"Elyon...my name is..?she smiled and fell into the darknes, fainted. The two gaurds rushed to her aid, and the vilagers erupted into a panicky uproar
"Quick take her to Lady Alexsis!" the man with darker ahir nodded, picked up Elyon and disapered.
"Leo? What the hell is going on? This is a bad sign," an old man closest to the alone guard asked.
"I dont know," he muttered looking up at the château of light, "i really dont know,".

commentaires PLZ

The pain toi caused isn't what scarred me
The burning tears toi left me to shed isn't what burned me
Your last words aren't what hindered me
It was the Legend.

That endless struggle to win
To fight back
To not toss and turn in my bed
That secure feeling I had before you
To feel as a sharp as a pencil lead
Now that loneliness I feel without you
A constant reminder

Feeling my cœur, coeur beat again
Done with the breathtaking moments
And the heart-skipping kisses
To breathe again
Over and Done with

It wasn't those tears
It wasn't those words
It wasn't all that pain toi left me to bare.

It wasn't the legend toi were when toi were here
But the legacy in my cœur, coeur that toi left!

There I was. *sigh* Just sitting there, waiting for him. Who? toi ask? My crush, Patrick Wellsiben, he was the one for me. Let alone, him being THE most populaire boy in school, I was known as a loser. I was the omega of the loup pack. What am I talking about? Nevermind. My conscience says "Ask him out!", but my guts say "Don't do it you! He's gonna say no!" I don't know what to do! He comes near me and says "Hey." I stand there like a scarecrow smiling. "I feel stupid." "So stupid." Why shouldn't I get the attention from populars? I have short, thick black hair, I wear tank tops all the time, regular jeans and converse. So much for fitting in.

It's Funny, I Use To Be Popular. At First Some People Loved Me And Others Hated Me. Now Everyone Hates Me. Even My Old Best Friends. toi See, I Always Found A Flaw In Everyone And Used It To Hurt Them. Not Physicly Hurt. I Made Them Feel Horrible About Them Selves. I Was The Reason toi Cried On The Way Home. The Reason toi Fake Sicked. Of Course Karma Came And Hit Me Like A Ton Of Bricks. I Try Hard To Be Nice, But No One At School Pays Attention To Me. Except Teachers. I Even Tried Sitting With My Old Friends.
"Hey, Guys!" I Said
"What Are toi Doing Here?" a dit Lexi Illing
"I Just Wanted To Sit With You."
"Well, Their's No Room"
"Yeah, Right There." I a dit Pointing To The Empty Chair At The End.
"Well," a dit Victoria Khan Placing Her livres On The Seat. "Now It's Taken."
Everyone Laughed. Except Me Of Course. I Just Walked Away. Wishing, I Had Never Been So Cruel.