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Sea Girl was my love.She liked to tie feathers,
In strawberry blonde hair
So silver, and blue topaz,
Shone in late afternoon sun,
She trespassed in graveyards
Overlooking the sea,
Smiled, and pretended to jump;
Then fly away.
To her mother's despair,
She'd shake her head
Onyx curls escaping,
Muttering profanities under breath.
She liked to tie feathers,
In strawberry blonde hair,
Watching them flutter
Like baby chicks,
Pecking at porcelain skin,
She was a wild girl,
At least at heart.
Wished never to be caught,
For even rooms became cages,
Wrought iron and wood.
I found her cliff walking
At day break, her lilting voice
Echoing over rock; back
To where birds nests lay.
"Peter, oh Peter, what am I to do?
Things are still changing,
And I'm falling for you."
Blankly I stared,
Unsure of the words to fix her.
(her and her blue grey braids)
I stood for too long,
Gazing out to sea,
Searching for my feathered foe.
My one true, sweetest love.
My sea girl.
All For YouThe cold, silent whispers inside your head
They eat away at you day by day.
And the soft, gentle words you think of
Are always ripping away at your unprotected soul
All you really need to make these things just go away, is someone like me
If you feel lonely and hurt inside
Then just call me
If you feel mad and there's doubt inside
Then don't worry
All you need is a hand to protect you
So just yell out my name and say you need me
The disgusting faces that I saw you make at yourself in the mirror
Just find their way on your every-day smiles
And the feelings that you get when you sit alone
Are always tearing away at your unconscious mind
All you really need to make it disappear, is someone to hold you
If you feel alone and used
Then just call me
If you feel sad and there's doubt inside
Then don't worry
All you need is someone to just love you
So simply whisper my name and say you need me
Why must things always be this way?
You're always crying, every single day.
If this is how you feel, j
If I Die YoungIf I die young,
take out my worn down,
with the love letters
to my angel
sapphire and crimson ink.
Give my journals to my mother,
so she can see
the inside of my mind,
for a few hours,
and know that
I adored her.
Let my dog,
sleep on my bed
to make up for all the times
I never let him in.
Give my daddy
all my cameras and memory cards
to let him see
all the times I wished
that he was there.
Send my grandmother
everything I ever wrote
fine point Sharpie
to show her that
I still think about Grandpa
Then tell God,
or whoever put me here,
that I'm sorry
for not giving Him
a second chance.
'Don't Leave,'"Don't leave." Her hand grasps at my collar. Her eyes are wide, panicked.
"Visiting hours are over. I have to." I softly wrap my hand around her's and pull it off of my wrist. At first, she refuses to let go, but after a few seconds, something in her eyes shatters like broken glass and her hand goes limp.
"Okay," she says softly, like a petulant child. Her soft grey eyes are focused on the floor. "Sorry."
"Hey," I say, one hand on her shoulder and the other under her chin. "I love you. I'll be back soon."
As if she doesn't really expect an answer, she whispers, "..Promise?"
"Promise." I nod, pressing my lips briefly to her forehead.
I try to ignore her soft gasp of "Don't leave!" as I exit.
Because if I have to explain again, I'll be sure to stay.
Elle and Mias: Chapter 40"You summoned me?" Elias asked as he entered a large study where his younger sister sat scribbling notes at a desk.
"Yes, kindly take a seat," Ia said without looking up from her work.
Elias casually approached the table and sat opposite of her.
"How are you enjoying your stay?" She asked, her eyes and hand still concentrated on writing.
"In all honesty I wish you would have kept me in prison," Elias groaned.
Ia chuckled, "Is that so?"
"What is this about? Surely you didn't summon me simply to exchange pleasantries."
"And why not? I've been so preoccupied with my duties that I haven't been able to visit you. Is it so rare for you to be suspect of your family?"
"When it's the Dormaeus family, yes," he responded coldly. "If this is just frivolous conversation, I shall take my leave."
As he stood to leave Ia smacked him back into his seat with her quill. "Sit. You have no matters here that acquire your attention so you will remain in my presence until I dismiss you. Or are you eager to re
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