isaac
I chanced a glance at you
from across the crowded room
and that was when I noticed
te were looking at me too
we both know this shouldn't happen
its a road we've been down before
and the only way it ever ends
is with te walking out the door
so I wish someone would explain to me
why I'm still rooted in place
staring in the direction
of just another lonely face
my mind is screaming at me to run
while my cuore asks me to stay
for a moment I dont know what to do
and if its a price I'm willing to pay
we both know this is wrong
the Amore that we share
but we also know that wont stop us
because to find this kind of Amore is rare
from across the crowded room
and that was when I noticed
te were looking at me too
we both know this shouldn't happen
its a road we've been down before
and the only way it ever ends
is with te walking out the door
so I wish someone would explain to me
why I'm still rooted in place
staring in the direction
of just another lonely face
my mind is screaming at me to run
while my cuore asks me to stay
for a moment I dont know what to do
and if its a price I'm willing to pay
we both know this is wrong
the Amore that we share
but we also know that wont stop us
because to find this kind of Amore is rare
Serena
Kayla was raped in her own house.
What's more, her dad is reported to have committed suicide. Before he even heard that his own daughter needed him.
When I was little, I always had the blind faith in my mom. That she would always know which way to turn on the road. That if we got lost, everything would be fine.
That she would never desert me. Like Kayla's father has.
The girl is slumped against the wall, crying. You'd think that you'd eventually run out of tears, but te don't. It's just that, after a while, maybe te just don't have the strength to carry on any more.
te can dry up the tears te see, but te can never dry up the tears your cuore sheds. Because when te cry, your cuore gives up a little piece of itself that will always grieve. Always. I have every reason to know.
I put my hand on her shoulder, and she doesn't shake it off.
Kayla was raped in her own house.
What's more, her dad is reported to have committed suicide. Before he even heard that his own daughter needed him.
When I was little, I always had the blind faith in my mom. That she would always know which way to turn on the road. That if we got lost, everything would be fine.
That she would never desert me. Like Kayla's father has.
The girl is slumped against the wall, crying. You'd think that you'd eventually run out of tears, but te don't. It's just that, after a while, maybe te just don't have the strength to carry on any more.
te can dry up the tears te see, but te can never dry up the tears your cuore sheds. Because when te cry, your cuore gives up a little piece of itself that will always grieve. Always. I have every reason to know.
I put my hand on her shoulder, and she doesn't shake it off.
The Pillsbury Doughboy died yesterday of a yeast infection and trauma complications from repeated pokes in the belly. He was 71. Doughboy was buried in a lightly greased coffin. Dozens of celebritàs turned out to pay their respects, including Mrs. Butterworth, Hungry Jack, the California Raisins, Betty Crocker, the Hostess Twinkies, and Captain Crunch. The gravesite was piled high with flours. Aunt Jemima delivered the eulogy and lovingly described Doughboy as a man who never knew how much he was kneaded. Doughboy rose quickly in mostra business, but his later life was filled with turnovers. He was not considered a very smart cookie, wasting much of his dough on half-baked schemes. Despite being a little flaky at times he still was a crusty old man and was considered a positive roll model for millions. Doughboy is survived da his wife Play Dough, two children, John Dough and Jane Dough, plus they had one in the oven. He is also survived da his elderly father, Pop Tart.
I breathed in and out slowly. This was horrid. Running. I spat at the word. I despised running.
Joseph jogged up to me. "You okay Kristen?"
"Yeah, just give me a minute."
"Hah! te always end up like this. Maybe te should quit track?"
"You know I can't! If I do, then I have to do Trigonometry. Ugh. That's worse."
"Right..."
I stood up and we walked in silence. His lithe step did not match mine. I had a clumsy, trip over step. I needed somebody to teach me how to walk right.
"Oof." I had tripped, and landed on my side. How? I have no idea. Normal people land on their face o back. Not me!
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Joseph jogged up to me. "You okay Kristen?"
"Yeah, just give me a minute."
"Hah! te always end up like this. Maybe te should quit track?"
"You know I can't! If I do, then I have to do Trigonometry. Ugh. That's worse."
"Right..."
I stood up and we walked in silence. His lithe step did not match mine. I had a clumsy, trip over step. I needed somebody to teach me how to walk right.
"Oof." I had tripped, and landed on my side. How? I have no idea. Normal people land on their face o back. Not me!
Please e-mail me o comment. Tell me if te like this segment o not, if I get enought votes, I will continue my writing.
