I have a couple of poems and a short story um...thing.
This one was my very first, so please...um yeah..
Is Love as hard as it would seem?
or maybe it just exists in My Dreams.
Waiting by the window as each day passes
His keen brown eyes so fair they need no glasses!
The princes hair a pure golden brown,
and you'll hardly ever see him frown!
His long slender hands to hold his bow,
If I'm ever in danger he'll slay My foe.
Always wishing and Hoping for that day to come,
I sit on my bed facing the window, and start to hum
Just as i start my sweet melody,
He peers in the window smiling at me.
rushing into the room and holds me tight,
I look into his bright shining eyes and Oh! what a sight!
He lifts me up and bares me away,
Is this the end one would say.
This may be the end for you,
but for Me it seems,
Its only in My Lovely Dreams
Second one (not finished)
A young man and a young woman, walking on the moonlit beach. saying nothing, doing nothing but holding hands.
A light, cool breeze rustles the palm tree leaves, and shifts their hair around like feathers in the wind.
The moon light above is glowing brightly against the dark, night sky.stars twinkled like diamonds in the velvety sky.
Slowly walking, hardly talking, they wandered along the soft sand.He clasped her soft, warm hand in his own.
She looked up at his radiant brown eyes, with her own dazzling blue gaze, her eyes seemed to smile at him when ever she glanced at him.
and Third (also not finished)
The Dreams...horrible..
The Thoughts....scary..
I dont know where to turn,
I am trapped somewhere, in a tiny room, with nothing but bitter darkness.
I am a shadow...almost invisable..
always wandering....seeking..
No one takes notice...always alone...
no one understands you...
but you keep going in darkness....
....always waiting for the sun to come up...
Always Alone....
and the Short story thingy.
She wandered through the high dark grass, taking out the hair band, she let hair fly free in the gentle wind that surrounded her. The dark blonde hair moved softly back and forth flying aimlessly into her moon lit face. Moving her hand up and down in rhyme with the long grass, she strayed further and further away. Deeper and deeper into the night. In the distant a lone wolf howls into the cold. It stopped for a moment to listen for the return call, but nothing came. He kept crying mournfully into the dark. She shuddered a bit but kept listening to the wolves sad calls. Darkness crept over the land covering everything into a dark purple and navy shade.
Thanks for reading!
and please comment
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