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 ecstasyone that I can't ignore.Your presence, it leaves me glowing...Too bad I'm nothing but a bore.I know you feel it toothis 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 crushevery time she throws 'em.Why can't you simply recgniseI'm the one for you?I've love you for all eternityand you love me, too.
English Poem No. 2I dream of a better placepainless and freeWhere the chained can run wildno cares of their own to carry.I dream of a perfect worldone without failure and despairOr even rejection, yes, that would be goodSo then everyone had a pair.I wish for a nicer planetfilled with lotuses and lilies.Everything is perfectly imperfectand the only flaws are silly.I wish somebody would read this,take my hand and join meon a quest for this kind of placeto recreate the perfect dream.
English Poem No. 1Hold me close, don't let goShield me from the frightening blowsOf this world, can't denythat 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 aloftlyRun your fingers through my hair,accept that she doesn't careAbout you, about meonly she matters, don't you see?