Pieces Of Me Song Novels & Stories

But I stayed still, letting it burn quietly. “I see you,” I whispered into the dark, voice low but fierce. “I see all of you. Your world. Your friends. Your games. And I see how easily you forget the hearts you touch. I see it all.” And then the truth hit me like ice: He had wanted all of us, one by one, like pieces to collect. And I… I had almost been just another piece. I felt my stomach twist. But somewhere in that pain, I also felt the first spark of control.

Don't force erase traces I erased it more and more More and more, come back Hope everything will be fine Foliage, convey the message of my heart. Wind, take fly my taste. ~ Alisy a Cantara

Once she was inside, her heartbeat started to feel heavy and it was beating hard as if it wanted to get out of her chest. “What was going on?” Ashlyn asked herself while looking around until she found the person who was playing the violin. Ashlyn looked at the silhouette figure of the man who seems familiar not just to her but to her entire being. She wanted to say something but no words were being formed until the music began to invade her hearing. She knew the song that was playing on the violin and it was called You and Me by Jennie Kim from the BlackPink but what hit her the most was the bridge of the song.

But then it occurs to me, he's been engaged before. "Oh my God! I can't believe I didn't think of this before, of course. It’s the perfect song." She exclaims, practically bouncing up and down with excitement. "What song?" I ask, giggling when Gavin nips down on my earlobe, invoking my core to tighten deliciously. Just with that small tease, I'm breathy and wanton for him again. "You and Me by Lifehouse. It was playing at my senior prom when we danced for the first time.

*singing* Why is it so hard for you To properly See me trying I get shocked to see How much I get hurt because of you My days are a struggle Even my dreams are painful If it was you How would it be If these crazy days became yours If you break down as much as me Will you know? All the pain that fills me To the point where my heart is about to explode How much I want you If it was you I would just love me If you break down as much as me Will you know?

Her baby also wanted to squeeze her dad. In the car, their driver was listening to them sing with the minus one. The song was "Best Part of Me" by Ed Sheeran and Yebba. Although it was on and on and on repeatedly. The driver and the body guard in the shotgun seat will never get tired listening to their bosses in the back seat. It was too beautiful and too soothing to hear. Gabriel's voice was a match to hers, to add to her beautiful voice.

I step into the live room, headphones on, mic adjusted to my height. The glass between us feels like old times and not. “Ready?” he asks through the talkback. “Always,” I say. “Liar,” he murmurs, but his eyes are soft. I start with something simple. A melody that’s been looping in my head since Palermo. A verse about disappearing. A chorus is about being seen too much and not at all. The words that follow are less kind. They’re about him. *You said you’d ruin me to save me,* I sing. *Signed my name without a sound…*

Something' feels broke, need to fix it I cry out for help, do they listen? I'ma be alone until it's finished This is the part where I tell you I'm fine, but I'm lyin' I just don't want you to worry This is the part where I take all my feelings and hide 'em 'Cause I don't want nobody to hurt me I can't breathe, I'm waiting for the exhale Toss my pain with my wishes in a wishing well Still no luck, but oh, well I still try even though I know I'm gon' fail

My pieces are still falling apart. The only difference is that I’m trying to make it through this darkness. I am trying to get back all those pieces that once belonged together. I’m crawling on the shards of glass called life and I believe I’ll make it through if only I just keep breathing. I am my daddy’s Celeste after all.

There was a blurry one of us during his injury days, when everything between us had been complicated and painful and somehow still full of feeling. There were small stolen clips too, tiny pieces of our lives I hadn’t realized he had been collecting all this time. Every stage of us was there. The ugly parts, the beautiful ones, and the ones that still hurt to remember. The ones that eventually healed us. And just when I thought I couldn’t possibly get any more emotional, the video ended with a picture he had taken the night before: me curled against him, asleep, holding onto him tightly. By the time the screen went dark, I was crying and laughing at the same time.