Heyya My Name Is Chynna you know like the country. I am 15 years old and I am in like with some one named Sara. I Love the colour yellow and am crazy about a show called GLEE don't judge me >.<
I have big hopes for my future and maybe they are to big. I hope to either be a Marine Biologist, Interior Designer, Baker, or author. I hope to go to A&M or some college in Canada perhaps.
I love folklore and especially mermaids so you may call me Siren. I love the color Yellow I Love the show Glee I love the movie Rocky Horror Picture Show!
Sirens Soliloquy: paralyzed by the beauty of those words that so delicately drip from this angel of untamed lust suddenly I fear the end of my solitude once a warrior, poetic shrieks now own my soul
left behind to fight the ruthless pawns of Eris hope will strike her down beneath the blade as she sings for him
suffering unseen now will be left to burn in her stare but he no longer fights the torture of her voice so long forgotten, I am lost in her stare mad so clear as she extracts her painful toll a soul now echoes with the torture of the sirens ...he is hers...
beautiful whispers leave one so far chain these hands of ageless struggle rid us of this beloved curse an epic tale of deceit is given life once more on silver lips so spiteful her tongue screams for him rid us of this curse
suffering unseen now will be left to burn in her stare but he no longer fights the torture of her voice so long forgotten, I am lost in her stare mad so clear as she extracts her painful toll a soul now echoes with the torture of the sirens ...he is hers...
set loose so long ago by the foolish whim of Pandora phantoms which shall forever prey on mankind's weakness the grains of time hold no bearing to those eyes in pale moonlight she sings to the haunted sea vile notes seduce old Cerberus to slake unholy thirst
left behind to fight the ruthless pawns of Eris hope will strike her down beneath the blade as she sings for him
suffering unseen now will be left to burn in her stare but he no longer fights the torture of her voice so long forgotten, I am lost in her stare mad so clear as she extracts her painful toll a soul now echoes with the torture of the sirens ...he is hers...
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