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Behind Those Eyes.CHAP4After that particular accident, Gavenia became attached to Abraham. To her surprise he didn't push her awaygranted, he seemed to want to, but he didn't.
She confessed to him a few weeks after meeting she had liked him. Despite being taken aback he figured after everything he should at least take her out for a movie. The date went well and ended with a kiss to the cheek and a walk home.
However, Kayla didn't approve of Abraham. She never had.
A month or two rolled by and neither contacted one another they didn't seem to go to the same school, they were polar opposites and, well there didn't seem to be a reason to talk. There was nothing to talk about.
That was, until Christmas rolled by.
Quietly, she placed the frame containing her sister's photograph on the desk.
"I'm sorry, Harley. To make up for a billionth of what happened we'll spend Christmas together " Gavenia whispered, smiling weakly. "I know it's not much since Kayla's gone back to Ireland for Christmas."
English Poem No. 3I feel some kind of ecstasy
one that I can't ignore.
Your presence, it leaves me glowing...
Too bad I'm nothing but a bore.
I know you feel it too
this strange and utter happiness.
However, you're just not the same.
I mean nothing to you less and less.
She doesn't even appreciate your efforts,
disregards them and steps on them.
You say you feel your soul crush
every time she throws 'em.
Why can't you simply recgnise
I'm the one for you?
I've love you for all eternity
and you love me, too.
English Poem No. 2I dream of a better place
painless and free
Where the chained can run wild
no cares of their own to carry.
I dream of a perfect world
one without failure and despair
Or even rejection, yes, that would be good
So then everyone had a pair.
I wish for a nicer planet
filled with lotuses and lilies.
Everything is perfectly imperfect
and the only flaws are silly.
I wish somebody would read this,
take my hand and join me
on a quest for this kind of place
to recreate the perfect dream.
English Poem No. 1Hold me close, don't let go
Shield me from the frightening blows
Of this world, can't deny
that you feel something stirring inside.
Is it love? Is it fear?
Is it exactly what I want to hear?
Take me now, kiss me softly,
feel my heart pulse so aloftly
Run your fingers through my hair,
accept that she doesn't care
About you, about me
only she matters, don't you see?
The Rough Patches.I curl up and cry
Not knowing why
I look up at the sky,
I try to hold back
The tears that are flowing
The fear that is growing
The rage that is mowing
Through my mind, a-cracked.
Love is ill-sought-en
And all the battles I've fought-en
Left my tears uncaught-en
Whispering these words;
"I will never stop,
I will never try,
If you never leave me I will never cry."
But you're nearing the day
When she takes you away
To a better place,
Far away from me.
Behind Those Eyes.CHAP3"Hello and welcome to channel 6 news. Our top story tonight; all of the banks have mysteriously closed down all over Oklahoma. In other news, the body of Harley Katanna was identified. Cause of death is currently unconfirmed but is thought to be foul play. And now, weather. Over to you, Mr Stiles."
"Damnit Gavenia, stop torturing yourself!" Kayla yelled, snatching the remote off the table. Gavenia spun around quickly, wiping a single tear from her eyes.
"Y-You always told m-m-me to keep mys-self informed!" she stammered, reaching out to get the remote back as Kayla turned the television off.
Gavenia pouted, sniffling.
"I said bed!" She could tell Kayla was on the brink of punishing her so she gave in, rolling off the couch. Her eyes were sore from the endless sobbing she had been doing for the last ten minutes. Kayla sighed, putting down the remote.
"Don't b-be night, Kayla." Gavenia sniffed, hugging Kayla briefly before heading into her room. The h
Stranger LoveI am not the sunlit wing-print
splayed out on the bedroom wall.
I am not the dark mass forming
in a corner of an airless hall.
I am not the viscous vengeance
where you sink your spinning wheels.
I am not the leaky bucket
hung up on your wishing well.
You are not my soul mate missing
wandering a winter's night.
You are not the sound of angels
singing by a candle's light.
You are not the rasp of fingers
fumbling with a hasp of steel.
You are not the tattered towel
soaking up the things I feel.
I am the oblivious child,
dancing where the wildflowers are.
You are my unwitting captive
lighting up a jelly jar.
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