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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?
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