I wrote this is five minutes. Not that good, I know.
It's in the point of view of a fire.
It's in a fireplace in a living room.
Hope te enjoy.
Read to the rhythym te would
'The Night Before Christmas'
I flickered and jumped
and sat on the logs
and watched as the human
kicked off his clogs.
The dog soon followed
and sat da his side
and they soon were asleep
and my flame soon died.
But a flicker did linger
and I wondered a bit.
When would be the successivo time
that I would be lit?
-starwarsfangirl
5/4/10
It's in the point of view of a fire.
It's in a fireplace in a living room.
Hope te enjoy.
Read to the rhythym te would
'The Night Before Christmas'
I flickered and jumped
and sat on the logs
and watched as the human
kicked off his clogs.
The dog soon followed
and sat da his side
and they soon were asleep
and my flame soon died.
But a flicker did linger
and I wondered a bit.
When would be the successivo time
that I would be lit?
-starwarsfangirl
5/4/10
te hurt me,
Both externally,
And internally,
te twist a pin into my heart,
And gather my flowing blood onto a cart.
te think te can hurt me,
Just because te gave me money,
te think te can make my life like hell,
Just because I am the one who made te fell.
I wish te have never dato birth to me,
I wish I can expose what te are for all to see.
I hate you,
And I hate te to the heart's core,
I want te to hear my vengeful call.
I respect te because I must,
Yet te blame me for not giving te my trust.
How can I love, o trust, a person like you?
Who makes me feel I'm feebler than cotton wool?
I am forever imprisoned to te da blood,
For as long as I live,
The relation between us cannot be cut,
But soon I will take my leave,
Hoping that forever te will grieve
Both externally,
And internally,
te twist a pin into my heart,
And gather my flowing blood onto a cart.
te think te can hurt me,
Just because te gave me money,
te think te can make my life like hell,
Just because I am the one who made te fell.
I wish te have never dato birth to me,
I wish I can expose what te are for all to see.
I hate you,
And I hate te to the heart's core,
I want te to hear my vengeful call.
I respect te because I must,
Yet te blame me for not giving te my trust.
How can I love, o trust, a person like you?
Who makes me feel I'm feebler than cotton wool?
I am forever imprisoned to te da blood,
For as long as I live,
The relation between us cannot be cut,
But soon I will take my leave,
Hoping that forever te will grieve