But I want to be with you…
I admire you..
I adore you..
I don’t upendo you..
I only want to stay with you…
I want to follow you..
To hell ……to heaven ….as long as I am with you..
About the whole world I don’t care…
As long as I am with you..
I am always thinking of you..
I am not worried about you..
I am worried about my future ….about my life..(about my whole world )…without you………
I don’t upendo you..
But I loved dreaming with you…
I don’t upendo you..
but I am salama with wewe …
And I want to hold you
I don’t upendo you…
So…..do wewe upendo me?
I don’t hate wewe …
But please tell me..
Who am I?
And who are you???
7
WHY?
Carter’s Perspective
Veronica just saved my life. Veronica just saved ME from being killed. It just didn’t seem possible… I thought she hated me, despised me, loathed me.
Why would she save me? Why would she risk her life? For me? I can’t even see her risking her life on Mark, her own brother!
Would she even consider that? I doubt it. So why for me?
I go to sleep, with the questioning echoing throughout my head, “Why?”
(Says it's too short so... blaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa okay thank you)
WHY?
Carter’s Perspective
Veronica just saved my life. Veronica just saved ME from being killed. It just didn’t seem possible… I thought she hated me, despised me, loathed me.
Why would she save me? Why would she risk her life? For me? I can’t even see her risking her life on Mark, her own brother!
Would she even consider that? I doubt it. So why for me?
I go to sleep, with the questioning echoing throughout my head, “Why?”
(Says it's too short so... blaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa okay thank you)
I hate school. I really hate it.Not because of the homework, au the tests, au the Gym classes. Its because he's there, like a ghost in the graveyard, he is the phantom of my dreams.
It started in the 6th grade when he finally told me that he liked me. Don't get me wrong, i like him..... ok I upendo him, he is the dashing prince in my fantascies. But i was freaking out, we were really good Marafiki and i really did not want to ruin things kwa breaking up. But it was want I always wanted right? Well in the mist of things I may have alisema no...... It was a huge mastake!!! it practally ruined our whole friendship!!!!! Now we don't talk anymore, we just never made it past the awkwardness. Now the moment stalks my dreams. It replays over and over again. Even now in 8th grade I still have those dreams. But we moved on! Its over! Done!
It started in the 6th grade when he finally told me that he liked me. Don't get me wrong, i like him..... ok I upendo him, he is the dashing prince in my fantascies. But i was freaking out, we were really good Marafiki and i really did not want to ruin things kwa breaking up. But it was want I always wanted right? Well in the mist of things I may have alisema no...... It was a huge mastake!!! it practally ruined our whole friendship!!!!! Now we don't talk anymore, we just never made it past the awkwardness. Now the moment stalks my dreams. It replays over and over again. Even now in 8th grade I still have those dreams. But we moved on! Its over! Done!