Welcoming to world if literature with open arms!
Because I love you. I will stay. I won't walk. Any day. I won't get drunk. And cheat. I won't leave you. In the street. I will hold. As long as I can. Because one day you'll leave.
A toast. To mum. To dad. To you. To life and love. To the sky above. To the sea bellow. To the cares and lovers. To the folk who sing. To the sinners. To the believers. To the scared. The hungry.
Four leafed glover Leprocorn Poppy field Gypsies running along Homemade bread Campfire songs Spooky stories Wives sing their songs Long cold nights Windy days This Ireland And this is where I stay.
They said it was a social catastrophe, a mayhem nothing but a blip in my popularity. They said it would be wrong to say yes. They said it would be the end of me.
" l like you." comes first from the her then. "I like you too. You want come to Sambri Swirls this Friday at 6?" From him then. " I'd be mad not to!" From her.
My bags are packed my minds made up. He begs not to leave, he screams like an enraged toddler throwing ever candy flows excuse he can think off. Cherry red try to touch mine I push him away.
Our hands twined together the long tunnel grew shorter, the bright light growing ever stronger. Our old, dirty clothes sparkled as they turned into white robes.