There she was, the prettiest girl in my eyes. She could make my whole day, just with her beautiful smile. Every time she talked to me it was as if I was in heaven. Her stories never bored me, every time I looked at her I smiled. It wasn't only the looks, she always listened to my problems and helped me out. She was a really sweet girl. 'Starring at Evelyn again? Why don't you just tell her you love her?' I turned around and saw my friend, Scott. 'She's my friend, if I tell her it will ruin our friendship..and because she'll reject me anyway.' I knew I could be honest with Scott, he wouldn't make fun of me. 'Who will reject you? That nerdy fri
i never see her cry
just laugh, because nothing's ever touched her
and sometimes i want to ask how
how it doesn't hurt -
to see the bugs in her locker
to realise that no one wants to sit with her
because she's different.
she dies when they feed her a handful of nuts,
pushing it down her throat all the while
knowing about the allergy, about
the choking
and the swelling of the throat.
that smile stays on her face, and in her eyes
till someone closes them gently.
later, i ask him - the eye-closer
how it didn't hurt her -
to be mocked, and pushed
he smiles.
'i'd like to think it was me.'
that night i dream
of a gi
Hold me tight and never let go by XxYukaxFlowerxX, literature
Literature
Hold me tight and never let go
-Silently and unchained, you drifted away from me.
Like a cloud you disappeared far, far beyond the horizon.
If I could be reborn, at that time, I'd like to fall in love with you again...-
~4th of May, 18:00~
Hi!
My name is Dino.
You can call me either Bronco or Bucking Horse.
Those are my nicknames I gained past these years.
I happen to be the 10th boss of the Cavallone Family.
My family is the number three family in its Mafia alliance with the Vongola Family and is one of the largest families with 5000 members.
Also, I was the one who fixed the Cavallone's financial problems.
Sounds pretty cool huh?
However, at
I slammed the door and ran away. I closed my eyes as my tears streaked down to my cheeks. I was running so fast that I wasn't able to notice; I was already out of the building.
My sight was blurry but my feet didn't stop. I was already catching my breath as if the air was prohibiting me to breathe. I was not sure how long I've already ran but my feet was starting to feel numb. I stopped and looked up.
Ah, was it raining before? When the rain did start falling?
I looked at my dress and my feet. I was wet and I was not wearing any footwear. I touched my eyes, was I still crying or was it the rain? Question started piling in my mind. I didn't
Melodic Laugh, Emotional Tears by WindStormLilyette, literature
Literature
Melodic Laugh, Emotional Tears
Soft footsteps
Down
An aisle of stone
And stop
I gently set
A bouquet of flowers
At the foot of the grave.
The rain
Drips around me
And I also set down
My umbrella
Above the flowers.
The rain wets my hair
And I close
My eyes
While sorrowful tears
Roll down my cheeks.
I realize
That I would never hear
His voice -
His deep voice
Or his laughter -
His melodic laughter
And I cry
Even harder.
The first anniversary
I hear it -
The voice
That I wished for
Everyday;
The melodic laughter
That I thought
Was gone
Forever.
I see the man
Who it belonged to
And slowly walk up
And bestow upon him
My umbrella
And a sing
Its raining again,
Weird since this is a dream.
The sky is clear,
My world painted purple.
Is that for me or someone else?
Looking around and seeing nothing,
As the rain runs down my face.
It's has to be for me,
I don't want to met the other.
The other person this dream was made for.
This is my dream right?
As I walk along the water,
The rain raising it so high.
I slide off my shoes,
To enjoy this lie.
My time is always short here,
I begin to wonder why I come at all.
Coming here every night,
Only to be ripped away come morning light.
Back to that hell that I call life.
Looking up at the purple colored sky,
Small black o