I Write Sins Not Tragedies Song Novels & Stories

“Liar, liar, they’ll never ever let you win. Liar, liar, everything you do is sin. Liar, nobody believes you…” He took a sip and began singing.

My God, who the hell did I get myself entangled with? I finally turn around and depart from their residence heading towards the path that leads to my home weeping endlessly as I walk through the streets not knowing what else to do with a strong confusion ripping hard against my brain. God, I don't think I can take this pain and use it anymore. It is all over. I have messed up so bad and I just feel so...... I feel so shattered. I think I'm just going to have to apologize to the one and only people who listen to me and forgive me for this. I have to go home and apologize deeply to my parents. Although it is not going to be an easy fix since I've been trying to call their attention from the da

If he sees my hands I'm done. Dear God, I deserve another chance.

I looked at him with teary eyes, my throat tightening until I couldn't speak. Would he be sad if I could not accept this rose? Suddenly, he began to sing. "If I were a sin, would you still trust me. Would you still want to love me? Would you still want to follow me across the oceans?" Why was he a sinner? Why was I crying? Why did my heart feel as if it were shattering? Why were the lyrics so familiar and heart-wrenching? He was bleeding. Blood was flowing from his eyes. I wanted to reach out to him. It seemed he was in such pain. But why couldn't I move my limbs?

MY SIN What actually led me here What have I done Could I have saved him Was I scared or stupid Am writing to free my guilt But reading this script Literally pricks my conscience All I did was watch But I feel my ignorance was a sin And it haunts me daily I’ve always been wary But this blame was mine It was halp past nine On that cold dark night A scene pictographed in me My eyes met him afar His heels were in motion His eyes were red Filled with undeniable fear He was limping His body filled with shivering He kept on struggling Being aware of his doomed fate Because of his faith An opposition of religion Which innovated destruction An environment where ethnicity Has disrupted ethicality And

"I know this is coming to an end Aware of all the pain that will ensue And when it leaves a hole inside my chest I'm not sure how I'll cover up the wound My body's filled with my regret And sorrow Gloomy symphonies fill my head, mhh Tonight I think I'll write the saddest song To cleanse me of your memory and mend me when you're gone I can feel we're barely holding on So tonight I think I'll write the saddest song And maybe when I play it in my room I won't feel so empty when I'm thinking about you I can feel we're barely holding on So tonight I think I'll write the saddest song Mhh-mh, mhh, Mhh-mh

He was none other than Rishabh Sinha. I closed my eyes and found him glancing at me, those penetrated eyes I can never forget. I used to glance at him for long hours in my dream. And I have heard from people that my dreams are not going to be fulfilled ever. They are too naive. But when he started singing his song while playing the guitar in his hand, my mouth quivered, and a lump formed in my throat. The biggest tragedy is not when you weep, the biggest tragedy is when you can't stop despite trying several times. The biggest tragedy arises when the colour of the sky doesn't alter itself in different shades, the biggest tragedy arises when you cannot open your eyes.

If only I knew what my heart was telling me Don't know what I'm feeling Is this just a dream? Ah oh If only I could read the signs in front of me I could find the way to who I'm meant to be Ah oh If only, yeah If only, yeah If only, yeah If only, yeah If only If only I Sang the song and while I finished I realized that I was crying If only I knew what should I do... Should I listen to my heart and trust my brothers that they won't ever hurt me and love me with all their Heart Or should I listen to my brain who is continuously telling me that my brothers are bad persons and they will hurt me like my mom dad and I don't know what to do

Sage laughed. “Sing a few lines.” Sage nudged me. “I live for the darkness, where the silence sings. I’m the king of the night, wearin’ shadowed wings. Where the world slows down and the heart beats deep. That’s when I find what I need to keep.” I sighed, rolling my eyes as the chorus played. Sage pouted, giving me puppy eyes. I wasn’t getting out of this trip down memory lane without singing. So I conceded.

His words to me were like warm fresh milk, it made me sighed in relief that I rested my head on whatever that were beside me, trying to calm myself down but I ended up bursting in tears and I heard him cursed. “I'm here, don't cry please…” He told me and I just wanted to hug him and drag him out of here. “Who the fuck are you? Where's my men and how did you take the lights off!” He yelled, stomping his feet in confidence and a low warning chuckle emerged from Draven. I couldn't see him, but I could feel his presence, his scent and aura that filled the entire room. “If you see my light, you will burn. Now better be snappy about this, Apologise to her and bite your thumb out.”