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By nature I am a fiction writer, so if you're reading this, you may be wondering precisely why I have written this. Well, I need to introduce myself. I need to show what it is that makes me who I am.
"Oh." I replied, feeling as though I had said the wrong thing. Isadora seemed to sense this as she stood up, brushed herself off and said, " It's fine, someone was going to tell you anyway.
Our first month together must now unfortunately be celebrated by a month away from each other. A bittersweet parting.
Sometimes I wonder. Where I've been. Who I am. Do I fit in. Make believing. Is hard alone. Out here on my own. We're always proving. Who we are. Always reaching. For that rising star. To guide me far.
Little love lost in her own little world Little love lonely in her own terrible world No one could save her from her pain No one could make her happy again Little love trapped in a Incurable...
This is Jessica Blade's quote, I changed it a bit, to make it my own...
Last night I had a dream of you, Smiling, laughing, and dancing too When all around us faded to dust And the feeling between us was more than lust.
#acorn (one of my first heartfelt pieces) When we met I was just a girl my head full of nothing but music dance, and getting a thrill.
If poems reflect our emotion, emotion reflective of life, Then poetry is a word see-saw, Balancing loving and strife. So some of my verses are happy, I smile as I recall the glow.
I sit here in the great oak tree. And look over the mountains, to the sea. The sea is filled with parrell. The sea is no longer misty blue. but burning a dangerous red. The wind begins to roar.
I find it strange that whenever girls my age talk about love, it's immediately about boyfriends. Why is the only 'love' people seem to know romantic.
Stroll in our secret garden No longer is my heart so hardened No longer will I beg for pardon As we stroll in our secret garden I painted many pictures But I guess this ones the best I...
I have this theory that the more important and intimate the emotion, the fewer the words are required to express it. For instance, in dating.... “Will you go out with me?” Six words.
Sunshine blazing. Heat my soul. Something amazing. Let's take a stroll. Summer haze. My only goal. Summer days. Young or old. Lay down for hours. Drink by my side. So much power. Gets charged inside.
I knew from the start you were very special that it would only be a matter of time before you stole my heart.
Chapter 5 I was so shocked I nearly fainted actually I think I did, fall back and bang my head on a tree root.
I step down from the train so slowly Stop - and take a look around me At the new buildings that surround me I've been away too long It takes a while to get my bearings The house is eastward down the...
How much do babies cost.
Shopping around and having fun, Little shoes and hats for the sun... Wrapped in pink or baby blue, But none for me... All for you. Tiny shoes, she'll be in style, When I see them I give you a smile.
I've got a clockwork heart. It works just the same but it sets me apart And it's running away In the hope that it mends. It left me a note, says it'll be back one day. Away, away, away.
This is a story of a loving man. He Is a poet and Im his biggest fan. He makes me feel all happy inside. Thinking about him leaves me grinning wide. Ive never met somone I trust so much.
My favourite song right now...
As day turns into evening Will Happy give way to sad. When dusk comes along Will it all go wrong And good surrender to bad.
Okay today is happy Monday that's what they say, so I think I'll let my alter ego out to play Don't worry she's just like me, just a little bit less crazy and zaney Smiling laughing giggling like...