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We enter the dancefloor hand in hand, smiling awkwardly at each other. We start to slow-dance, my heart starts to beat so fast - my stomach doing somer-saults.
I know you are hiding under those dark shades Looking down at the floor filled with shame Of walking in the street, you are now afraid But try to know you are not to blame You have suffered...
You cry when they are sleeping. You're all alone and afraid. They said nothing happened. But it was more the thought that counts. It hurt you more than anything. And they are all acting cool.
Part 10 Of course I decided to go with Alice down town I had already changed the time once and the cricket team could find another captain and it was only a friendly match so it didn't really...
There was once a poor girl of twenty one, Hung on grief for the things she had done, Stripped of the child that she bore, There was nothing she wanted more, Than to find the forced father who'd run.
Knowing that if I would go home I would be questioned what had gone on and if I told my parents they would go mental with me and I probably be kick me out of the house and I was hidden in a snicket...
Dont fall in love over by the sycamore tree. "I have no idea, actually" the man admitted.
My dad says she's beautiful and runs his thumb gently over her forehead. I look down at a pale face, a pair of blue eyes, a nose.. I can't see what he sees. I see nothing of myself in her.
I wake up each night and feel foolish Clutching my chest, I sob. You think all those times had prepared you - Nights like these you realise you were wrong.
There was once a perky little hearted girl who would loved to sing, who loved to dance, and she loved to twirl her imagination round and round.
@Nom For the themed challenge: #opusswings Emma awoke from her nap. She felt better, she felt the dark cloud had lifted but something was wrong, she couldn't feel anything.
Mom says I have so much hate within me; that's it's not good; life's too short for it. When a woman writes about rape turning into a love story; name me a reason, to take my head out of the lavatory.
I felt cold hand on my wrist, it pulled my back. I almost felt on the ground. Suddenly someone sucked up to my lips. It was Mark. It was so sick, I wanted to throw up.
The world around her seemed to swim and her head contained a storm, How could she of fell victim again, her psyche had undergone reform.
16+ disturbing and twisted you've been warned.
Her head flew back, her hands went out and Her senses did go wild, On that famous day when Athena's temple was defiled. A random Grecian outburst, there will be more refined ones.
the scary moment when I'm in an exam,. I stop for a minute,. forget who I am,. those few mistakes,. turning my self view to hate,. this really cannot be my one and only fate. you've ruined me,.
All I see is multicoulered lights, and also some disgusting sights, Friends dance on the dancefloor, While I sit here all alone and poor.
Lesson 4+5 As Gordon sat down in class, he saw Veronica for perhaps the first time today. He smiled, she looked beautiful. She also looked unwell, and at that moment left the class to vomit.
I gently knock on the door then enter with a beaming smile. I can see she is nervous, most patients are when we are holding test results.
Whirring, clicking, pumping, He unzipped her dress, fingers fumbling. Breath hot, stomach grumbling, He smelt her fine hair, nostrils flaring.
I'm two months pregnant now. I look round at the maternity pants in the shop window. Just looking. What sorts of woman would buy these.
"Well you can't keep it, can you!", my Mother shouts at me. "Why not!", I shout even louder.
I watched as the whispering winds gathered around a previous me, as I took my final steps. The one I was watching did not know this. She stepped forwards, a smile opening on her face.