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SympathyI never asked for your sympathy,
Never wanted you to cry tears
That belonged to me.
Never wanted you to sleep
In the darkened meadow
Writing poetry under the willows.
I never asked for your words,
Never wanted you to loose yourself
In the red-covered English dictionary.
Never wanted you to fly away
To a place where snow falls up
And waterfalls hang like tapestries.
I never asked for your scorn,
Never wanted your rough voice
Stained with blood and smoke.
Never wanted you to know
The secrets about me
I had kept hidden for years.
I never asked for your dying breath,
Never wanted you to return
To the rolling hills and ocean blue.
Never wanted you to regret the lies
Or anything else for that matter
Or the sympathies of seasons changed.
jack and elsa chapter 12 : what about youWhen they had left Elsa slowly walked towards her room. She could feel her castle change as her feelings was swirling around. The ice got darker and thorns were growing out from the wall. Like her own castle was pointing finger at her telling her she is a monster, a danger to everyone. Every step felt like a million and her feet felt heave.
The familiar voice made her stop. She could hear that it was full of concern and worry for her, but she did not dare to turn around.
“Elsa what happen here? Are you hurt?”
The voice got closer and a hand was placed on her bare shoulder.
“ Jack” she whispered and turned around.
When Jack saw her face and eyes he hugged her. He could feel that she felt devastated and had lost hope. What could have happen while he was gone to turn her like this?
Elsa let out a small sob and he hugged her harder. For some minutes they were only standing there together. Jack could feel her tense body slowly relax
A FarewellGoodbye to you who writes,
Who graces the world with a song,
The rhythm of poetry,
A slumbering dove on the lake,
A requiem of white roses.
Goodbye to you who changes,
Who rewrites the broken,
The unreeled record,
A key that will not fit,
A haiku without feeling.
Goodbye to you who thinks,
Who believes in a better place,
The world seen through imagination,
A silk tie, unfurling,
A new day on the horizon.
One More DayIf tomorrow were to cease to exist,
I would go on living just one day more,
One more day to say goodbye.
I imagine the world overgrown,
A jungle, a field of wheat grass,
Rising up to mid calf.
This is the tomorrow,
The world we will never see,
The lost land where everything has gone dark.
And I ask you one favor,
To stay one day more,
To wade in the creek with me.
To stay just one day more,
And lay out under the night sky,
Number the fireflies as if they were stars.
One more day,
To pick berries in the bushes,
Speak broken and forbidden words.
And in a moment we will be no more,
Not forgotten, simply vanished,
Becoming a part of the echoing hills.
One more day to say goodbye,
One more moment to fix all I have destroyed,
One more second to save a life.
IronmanHear me read it
My friends used to call William "Ironman" because the first time we kissed he got a nosebleed and the taste of his blood haunted me for a long time after it. We'd only been twelve years old and apparently the anxiety spiked his blood pressure to the point of combustion... I remember that when we were forced to take sex ed a few years later we were divided into separate classes for boys and girls, in case a diagram of an ovary was too risqué and we became animalistic and started clawing at each other in our seats, but nonetheless when our teacher Ms Jacobs had explained to us what an erection was in my mind all I could picture was the blood rushing to his nose and then the slash of cranberry across my blouse.
With the idea planted in his mind it didn't take long for William's hands to start wandering, but the image persisted. Every time I thought about just letting it happen I wondered what would happen if he got too excite
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