My father would always get me a pop and tell me that it will all be good soon. *laughs alittle* he always knew how to make me laugh. *looks up at the far wall* but i talk about glass heart because that love is a very fragile thing.
*holds you snugly against my chest* I will tell you....the reason i hold it all in is because eventhough when they were alive they were the only people who loved me. *sighs and closes eyes* when i was little, the children would always pick on me beause i was different. They would throw rocks at me and beat me up. *tear rolls down my cheek* Everytime i came home and my mother saw me with bruses, even if she is working, she would always hug me and tell me everythign is alright.
*Stands and follows you out and then grabs ur hand stopping you* its alright......*hugs* its not your fault
*looks down at my plate and feels a wave of sadness flow over me* as often as i can........
*sits down* i dont understand.
*smiles and puts the bottle down* no problem *walks into the kitchen and comes back out with 2 glasses of water*
*smiles alittle* nonsense, *holds up a bottle of wine* care for a drink? or you can have some water.
*smiles and walks in with the food and sets everything else up* non sense.....i havent had company in.....*lears throat* years. *looks at the wall* no one wants to visit me. *smiles again* Besides its nice to have someone else here besides my *air quotes* good energy *laughs lightly*
*looks through the door at you and smiles* wow i never thought of it like tht before *walks back in and comes back out wiht a pot and a couple plates* hey will you do me a favor and take the plates to the table?
*smiles shyly* nahhh my poetry is terrible i cant.
Three princesses slave
What a feeling in my soul