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*inspired in part by Edgar Allan Poe's Annabel Lee Of all the girls I ever knew None compared to Cherie Bleu In many ways I'd known a few But none as well as Cherie Bleu Cherie Bleu the boys all...
#boredsoIdecidedtowriteacrappylovestory Nothing can compare, The feeling in the air, The sparkle of the stars, The lights twinkling afar.
A lonely spirit that is cast aside, by society's ignorance of thickened hide. Disfigured they howl, not to give peace as they growl. Stranger that clipped his wings, not to fly far to better things.
A procession of candlelight, burning Revealing Images of classic architecture; The Eiffel Tower, The Arc de Triomph, and a cathedral in the Île de la Cité, Where she sat, head bowed, hands in...
Chapter 24: The soft morning sun woke us from our heavy rest. The beams of light poured through our shutters and I suddenly remembered where I was. Paris. My favourite place on earth.
Chapter 23: We arrived at the airport extra early the following Friday night as we both enjoyed looking around all the shops inside the terminals and having plenty of time to spare.
Hey guys I'm back and I know its been a while but I went to Paris. It was a shock because my parents told me I was going to Brighton!. So here is a little poem about something (that I climbed!).
A leaden sky and a watery palette of wind whipped greys. Shuttered in, cocooned by warmth, the food, the conversation, oblivious to the snow falling silently outside.
The room he'd been thrown into was dark. The walls were rough and wet. A single window on the west side of the room let in a sliver of light. It was barred.
I couldn't believe it. Being on the top of the Eiffel tower was a dream come true. " Nobody pinch me " I told my friends.They were as star struck as I was. It almost felt like I was flying.