Baby Stroller
She fell to the floor and wept, and the jar shook
The giorno ended on a cold note for the cold night
He had her cuore sealed in a jar, fragile and trapped
Until he had his moment and let go
With little strength, she had saved it and ran
She had ran until the darkness was unbearable,
As she wept, the jar shivered in her arms
Her dark blue eyes were drenched
And her mind was a dark, narrow corridor.
Her heat prolonged in entrapment,
Torturing her unknowingly with each eternity-like moment.
Finally, she ceased her overwhelming emotions,
Now silent and pondering
Distracted, the jar fell, and shattered at her feet
He’s gone. He’s gone! The words danced in her mind.
Her cuore was free, and she was free
She got to her feet, no longer stumbling
And the shattered jar crunched under her feet
There was no più pain.
~~~~~~~~
...Yeah, I know it kinda sucks. Like I said, first attempt. :/
The giorno ended on a cold note for the cold night
He had her cuore sealed in a jar, fragile and trapped
Until he had his moment and let go
With little strength, she had saved it and ran
She had ran until the darkness was unbearable,
As she wept, the jar shivered in her arms
Her dark blue eyes were drenched
And her mind was a dark, narrow corridor.
Her heat prolonged in entrapment,
Torturing her unknowingly with each eternity-like moment.
Finally, she ceased her overwhelming emotions,
Now silent and pondering
Distracted, the jar fell, and shattered at her feet
He’s gone. He’s gone! The words danced in her mind.
Her cuore was free, and she was free
She got to her feet, no longer stumbling
And the shattered jar crunched under her feet
There was no più pain.
~~~~~~~~
...Yeah, I know it kinda sucks. Like I said, first attempt. :/
Ok, so I just want to write a little summary to my story that I want to write called A Place of Our Own I'm basically Scrivere this to see if people will like it, and if they do, I'll write more. :)
So anyways, it's about a Hollie, 17 anno old girl who has an alcoholic mother and a step father who abuses her as well as her 12 anno old sister, Amy. Hollie's been in a 3 anno on/off relationship with a heroin addicted boyfriend, Danny. When a close call puts Danny in the hospital, he promises Hollie that he'll quit and they'll find a better life. This causes Hollie to realize that she needs to leave home and find help herself.
So yeah, if te liked this, please commento and there WILL be more. Thanks. :)
So anyways, it's about a Hollie, 17 anno old girl who has an alcoholic mother and a step father who abuses her as well as her 12 anno old sister, Amy. Hollie's been in a 3 anno on/off relationship with a heroin addicted boyfriend, Danny. When a close call puts Danny in the hospital, he promises Hollie that he'll quit and they'll find a better life. This causes Hollie to realize that she needs to leave home and find help herself.
So yeah, if te liked this, please commento and there WILL be more. Thanks. :)
~ Chapter 1: Dreams
Love. Unconditional and pure Amore was there, found in their hearts. Feelings, pure and strong lived from giorno to day.
But the days were cold. Cold wind froze their dreams.
A child was born.
Dreams, spreading its roots, now slowly fade.
But still live and last in the hearts of the dreamers.
A child wasn't a part of a dream, though.
It wasn't. But Amore was still there, although destroyed da many issues, it started fading slowly like a smothered flame.
Mother's eyes was full of hope and cuore full of love, so pure, so gentle.
She knew. Life won't be latte and honey, though she must be strong.
Looking at her baby girl, happy and sad in the same time, so many thoughts were flying through her head.
So many questions, perhaps a small dose of regret.
She felt sadness inside.
Amore was still there, that pure Amore that kept them alive, though these dreams they both had were somehow far and unreal.
A flame of Amore was still burning...
Love. Unconditional and pure Amore was there, found in their hearts. Feelings, pure and strong lived from giorno to day.
But the days were cold. Cold wind froze their dreams.
A child was born.
Dreams, spreading its roots, now slowly fade.
But still live and last in the hearts of the dreamers.
A child wasn't a part of a dream, though.
It wasn't. But Amore was still there, although destroyed da many issues, it started fading slowly like a smothered flame.
Mother's eyes was full of hope and cuore full of love, so pure, so gentle.
She knew. Life won't be latte and honey, though she must be strong.
Looking at her baby girl, happy and sad in the same time, so many thoughts were flying through her head.
So many questions, perhaps a small dose of regret.
She felt sadness inside.
Amore was still there, that pure Amore that kept them alive, though these dreams they both had were somehow far and unreal.
A flame of Amore was still burning...
Texas Rancho Viejo 1942
Bonnie's POV
I walked quickly down the dusty dirt road, I kicked and scrapped pebbels, It was hot and dry today, another great thing when your isolated! *CRASH* I gasped, I slowed to a stop and carfully and slowwly turned around. Behind me stood a man. He had wild brown hair and blue piercing eyes, He held a gun and a charcol covered teddy bear. He smiled and inchined twords me. "Whoa pardner, who are you?" I asked in my thick texian accent. "I am a friend" He detto kindly. I suspiciously eyed him up and down. I reached into my back pocket and gripped my fingers around a gun I found. "Dont be afraid i'll make it all better" He moved closer to me, I panicked.Is this the phantom murder? I thought. I pulled out my gun and aimed it at him. "I dont think te will"
I detto sweetly, then I triggered it and shot him, he fell to the ground stunned. I smiled. When your isolated in texas te cant trust anyone. and i mean ANYONE.
Bonnie's POV
I walked quickly down the dusty dirt road, I kicked and scrapped pebbels, It was hot and dry today, another great thing when your isolated! *CRASH* I gasped, I slowed to a stop and carfully and slowwly turned around. Behind me stood a man. He had wild brown hair and blue piercing eyes, He held a gun and a charcol covered teddy bear. He smiled and inchined twords me. "Whoa pardner, who are you?" I asked in my thick texian accent. "I am a friend" He detto kindly. I suspiciously eyed him up and down. I reached into my back pocket and gripped my fingers around a gun I found. "Dont be afraid i'll make it all better" He moved closer to me, I panicked.Is this the phantom murder? I thought. I pulled out my gun and aimed it at him. "I dont think te will"
I detto sweetly, then I triggered it and shot him, he fell to the ground stunned. I smiled. When your isolated in texas te cant trust anyone. and i mean ANYONE.
