16: Memories
As fast as master had made up it’s mind to wait until they were mortal again, it decided to send IT out to get her again. IT was not pleased with this decision, though IT did not let IT’s emotions show. Although IT was not fully healed, Dr. crane alisema it would be salama for IT to attempt another mission.
At the same time IT was preparing to leave again, Alice had safely reached the Denali clan and the carriage trooped on without Michael though Tristan, Jack, and David didn’t seem to care. Rosalie kept to herself though Jack stayed close.
Shortly before they crossed the border from Canada to the states, it came to an abrupt stop. Tristan looked at Jack very carefully, then David, then Rosalie. “We’re fine” Jack alisema impatiently, leaning away from the couch. Again his eyes drifted from one vampire to the next.
“She is, David is, you’re not.” Jack scowled at him. “We will not songesha until wewe go.” Rosalie was jarred out of her phase then at the word go. She instantly moved closer to him, gently holding his forearm.
“Fine.” He stood and she did as well. He smiled faintly and kissed her once. She grabbed his arm tighter and he looked at her.
“Don’t go.”
He smiled. “I’m just going to hunt. I’ll be back.” She sighed deeply. “What? Did wewe think he was making me leave for good?” She shrugged. He chuckled softly. “I’ll never leave you.”
“Don’t make promises wewe can’t keep.”
“I can and I will.” With that, he turned and rushed out to greet the mawingu, overcast late afternoon. She sat back on the kitanda though now not as tense.
“Relax. He’s fast and very good.” She turned to David then, something bothering her.
“David, would wewe say that everything Michael alisema was true?” He was no longer kusoma Great Expectations, now his hands held For Whom the kengele Tolls and he shrugged.
“I think we all knew that our parents favored wewe but I didn’t feel the way he did-I still don’t-for that was no zaidi your fault than it was his au mine.” She looked at him.
“Keep talking, about something, anything. Just keep my mind busy.”
He laid his book down. “Well, what do wewe want me to say?”
“Anything. Tell me about your family.”
“Well, I was married, her name was Danielle. I was still in Princeton and she was well like most girls: thought that the only way for her to be was like her mother. Eventually she went into nursing and we briefly courted about six months before I left Princeton. Now, while our family was not at the level that the Dawson family was, dad and Joe both gave us enough money for us to settle down in a simple home. We married on June 18th, 1937-small, very standard for the time. We had our first child just over a mwaka later, a boy, named Prescott. Our sekunde was born about fifteen months later, again a boy, Carter. And our third was born two years later, a girl named Sarah. I entered the air force about a mwaka after Sarah was born but at the time I was kept at the base, they didn’t ship out men until necessary. When they did the first time, it was 1943 and I was brought back within a week if that. Eventually I was gone zaidi than I was nyumbani but it was a way to keep chakula on the table, roof over our heads, clothes on our backs.” He smiled wistfully.
“What did wewe do before the air force?”
“Joe set me up with a friend of his-I moved from Rochester to Lockport-and his friend, Steven Carr, owned his own company, and he took me under his wing as a carpenter. Eventually, he moved me from a mere worker to his partner. He alisema when I got over this foolishness and left the air force to be with my family, my job would still be waiting. And wewe know the rest.”
“Tell me about your wife, your kids.”
He smiled. “Danielle was what Jack would have called conventional beauty-honey blonde hair, eyes that were slightly darker than yours-well when wewe were human-an ujumla, jumla fine physique. But all of that paled in comparison to her heart. She was so compassionate and full of life, it radiated around her and made wewe feel alive. That was why it was so hard for her to simply finish her schooling and not go straight into nursing. But she threw all that gusto and energy into parenting and was beyond amazing at it.” He stopped then, his head tilted to the left slightly. “Prescott, well, he was born on August 12, 1938. Danielle had a twenty-two saa labor with him, but she never complained and when it was over and he was in her arms, she knew it was worth it. He looked exactly like his mother-hair, eyes, whole nine yards-except for the smile, that was mine. He was a lot like me too-very quiet, somewhat shy. Carter was the polar opposite-his hair was like Michael’s, his eyes were like mine and he was born so fast the doctor almost didn’t catch him. He was always that way though-early. Born three weeks before the due date, learned to crawl a mwezi earlier than Prescott, learned to walk earlier than Prescott, did everything so fast. And then Sarah, who was partly me-my hair and eyes-and the rest was her mother-just nurturing and giving.”
For a dakika he stopped, seeming weakened simply kwa recalling the past and she hoped she hadn’t pushed him too far. Quick as it had come on, the strength returned and he smiled at her, taking out a small book no bigger than a paper-back novel. He turned several pages until he came upon one that satisfied him. “That was my wedding day” he alisema though Rosalie could easily tell kwa the clothing. He was younger though somehow he seemed older and the look he had on his face was pure undiluted love. From there she saw pictures of birthdays, his days in the air force, school events, everything she knew she deserved and David had but Lost far too soon.
“Did wewe ever find out what happened to them?”
“More au less. Prescott went to Boston University, became a surgeon. He went to one of the most prominent hospitals and worked there for just over thirty years. Carter used his brawn over his brains in school-went to chuo kikuu, chuo kikuu cha of Texas in Austin as quarterback, had to quit after junior year, injury to his knee. He became a coach there, worked there for a long time. Danielle, well, she never remarried raised the kids on her own-well, mostly-eventually she moved back to Rochester, Joe helped her there, whole support system. She took up nursing and retired about fifteen years ago, died about ten years ago.”
“What about your daughter?”
“I never found anything past her graduation-valedictorian.” He beamed proudly, then seemed weak again.
Before Rosalie could ask him anything, Jack gracefully came gliding back in, sitting inayofuata to her, smiling. She smiled back.
“Happy?”
“Deliriously.”
“Good. Can we go?” Tristan nodded and slowly the carriage moved on. David resumed his book, Tristan sat going over some maps. Jack and Rosalie sat on the couch, neither speaking, Rosalie in Jack’s arms.
<Rhyme to me. One of yours.>
She felt his body stiffen, his neck popped, his eyes closed. She leaned up on him and looked up at his face. Just when she though of apologizing, he began.
<If I should fall in love, I’ll fall in upendo with you. If I should make love, it will be wewe I make upendo to. If I should ask for a hand in marriage, it shall be your hand I ask for. If I should pick one person to be the mother of my children, I shall pick you. If I should fall asleep with someone in my bed, I want that someone to be you. If I should share my dreams with someone, I want wewe to be my dream catcher. If I should see my children down the aisle, I want wewe to be the proud mother. If I should see the birth of my grandchildren, I want wewe to be the new grandmother. If I should grow old, I want to grow old with you. If I should leave before my time, I want wewe near me. If I should upendo someone for the rest of my days, I shall upendo you.>
If the first poem David had recited left her stunned, this one left her floored. She had known Jack to be an intense person but she had never heard it quite like this.
<David alisema all your poems were about me.>
<He’s right.>
<Even the one wewe just said?>
<Yes.>
Silence.
Tristan was still bent over some maps, muttering under his breath. “Jack? Come here for a moment, please.” Reluctantly Rosalie sat up and he strode towards him. “Exactly where are they?” Jack’s finger traced a line to the final destination. “Ah that’s right. Thank you.” He nodded once and sat back inayofuata to her. She hesitated before she lay in his arms again though this time only one hand held her, the other aimlessly ran through her hair.
Rosalie turned her head up to look at Jack’s face though his eyes were closed. She sighed almost inaudibly and lay back down, wondering what was wrong now.
<I’m sorry.>
<For what?>
<Making wewe feel the way wewe do now.>
<I’m fine.>
<You’re not uigizaji like it.>
His arm that was holding her snaked its way across her abdomen and held tightly to her.
<See? Fine.>
<MHM.>
<Sigh.>
<You poem-do wewe still want those things?>
<Yes.>
<All of them?>
<Yes, I’ve just been waiting for the right person.>
<Me?>
<No, Alice. Yes you. Forever love.>
She couldn’t answer back, her mind tossing and turning the information.
<Jack?>
<Yes?>
<The night that wewe were changed…>
She caught her breath and looked up at the ceiling of the carriage. Jack kept perfectly still and silent-he wasn’t quite sure what was happening but he didn’t want to interrupt it…Whatever it was.
How she had never wanted to tell him this…How many nights when she was human had she lain awake, crying herself to sleep over this…How long it had taken her to push this deep, dark secret in a place where she would almost never think of it…
<Rose? Don’t make yourself do anything wewe aren’t ready for.>
<I’m sorry.>
<Nothing to apologize for. When you’re ready to tell me, wewe will.>
<Thank you.>
<No need for thanks. Anyone should thank anyone, I should thank you.>
<For what?>
<You didn’t have to defend me against Alice but wewe did. wewe didn’t have to stay with me, but wewe did. wewe saved me.>
<Ditto.>
His lips lightly touched her cheek and she smiled at the feel of it.
<I upendo you, Rosalie Lillian Hale. Forever love.>
<I upendo you, Jack William Dawson. Forever love.>
As fast as master had made up it’s mind to wait until they were mortal again, it decided to send IT out to get her again. IT was not pleased with this decision, though IT did not let IT’s emotions show. Although IT was not fully healed, Dr. crane alisema it would be salama for IT to attempt another mission.
At the same time IT was preparing to leave again, Alice had safely reached the Denali clan and the carriage trooped on without Michael though Tristan, Jack, and David didn’t seem to care. Rosalie kept to herself though Jack stayed close.
Shortly before they crossed the border from Canada to the states, it came to an abrupt stop. Tristan looked at Jack very carefully, then David, then Rosalie. “We’re fine” Jack alisema impatiently, leaning away from the couch. Again his eyes drifted from one vampire to the next.
“She is, David is, you’re not.” Jack scowled at him. “We will not songesha until wewe go.” Rosalie was jarred out of her phase then at the word go. She instantly moved closer to him, gently holding his forearm.
“Fine.” He stood and she did as well. He smiled faintly and kissed her once. She grabbed his arm tighter and he looked at her.
“Don’t go.”
He smiled. “I’m just going to hunt. I’ll be back.” She sighed deeply. “What? Did wewe think he was making me leave for good?” She shrugged. He chuckled softly. “I’ll never leave you.”
“Don’t make promises wewe can’t keep.”
“I can and I will.” With that, he turned and rushed out to greet the mawingu, overcast late afternoon. She sat back on the kitanda though now not as tense.
“Relax. He’s fast and very good.” She turned to David then, something bothering her.
“David, would wewe say that everything Michael alisema was true?” He was no longer kusoma Great Expectations, now his hands held For Whom the kengele Tolls and he shrugged.
“I think we all knew that our parents favored wewe but I didn’t feel the way he did-I still don’t-for that was no zaidi your fault than it was his au mine.” She looked at him.
“Keep talking, about something, anything. Just keep my mind busy.”
He laid his book down. “Well, what do wewe want me to say?”
“Anything. Tell me about your family.”
“Well, I was married, her name was Danielle. I was still in Princeton and she was well like most girls: thought that the only way for her to be was like her mother. Eventually she went into nursing and we briefly courted about six months before I left Princeton. Now, while our family was not at the level that the Dawson family was, dad and Joe both gave us enough money for us to settle down in a simple home. We married on June 18th, 1937-small, very standard for the time. We had our first child just over a mwaka later, a boy, named Prescott. Our sekunde was born about fifteen months later, again a boy, Carter. And our third was born two years later, a girl named Sarah. I entered the air force about a mwaka after Sarah was born but at the time I was kept at the base, they didn’t ship out men until necessary. When they did the first time, it was 1943 and I was brought back within a week if that. Eventually I was gone zaidi than I was nyumbani but it was a way to keep chakula on the table, roof over our heads, clothes on our backs.” He smiled wistfully.
“What did wewe do before the air force?”
“Joe set me up with a friend of his-I moved from Rochester to Lockport-and his friend, Steven Carr, owned his own company, and he took me under his wing as a carpenter. Eventually, he moved me from a mere worker to his partner. He alisema when I got over this foolishness and left the air force to be with my family, my job would still be waiting. And wewe know the rest.”
“Tell me about your wife, your kids.”
He smiled. “Danielle was what Jack would have called conventional beauty-honey blonde hair, eyes that were slightly darker than yours-well when wewe were human-an ujumla, jumla fine physique. But all of that paled in comparison to her heart. She was so compassionate and full of life, it radiated around her and made wewe feel alive. That was why it was so hard for her to simply finish her schooling and not go straight into nursing. But she threw all that gusto and energy into parenting and was beyond amazing at it.” He stopped then, his head tilted to the left slightly. “Prescott, well, he was born on August 12, 1938. Danielle had a twenty-two saa labor with him, but she never complained and when it was over and he was in her arms, she knew it was worth it. He looked exactly like his mother-hair, eyes, whole nine yards-except for the smile, that was mine. He was a lot like me too-very quiet, somewhat shy. Carter was the polar opposite-his hair was like Michael’s, his eyes were like mine and he was born so fast the doctor almost didn’t catch him. He was always that way though-early. Born three weeks before the due date, learned to crawl a mwezi earlier than Prescott, learned to walk earlier than Prescott, did everything so fast. And then Sarah, who was partly me-my hair and eyes-and the rest was her mother-just nurturing and giving.”
For a dakika he stopped, seeming weakened simply kwa recalling the past and she hoped she hadn’t pushed him too far. Quick as it had come on, the strength returned and he smiled at her, taking out a small book no bigger than a paper-back novel. He turned several pages until he came upon one that satisfied him. “That was my wedding day” he alisema though Rosalie could easily tell kwa the clothing. He was younger though somehow he seemed older and the look he had on his face was pure undiluted love. From there she saw pictures of birthdays, his days in the air force, school events, everything she knew she deserved and David had but Lost far too soon.
“Did wewe ever find out what happened to them?”
“More au less. Prescott went to Boston University, became a surgeon. He went to one of the most prominent hospitals and worked there for just over thirty years. Carter used his brawn over his brains in school-went to chuo kikuu, chuo kikuu cha of Texas in Austin as quarterback, had to quit after junior year, injury to his knee. He became a coach there, worked there for a long time. Danielle, well, she never remarried raised the kids on her own-well, mostly-eventually she moved back to Rochester, Joe helped her there, whole support system. She took up nursing and retired about fifteen years ago, died about ten years ago.”
“What about your daughter?”
“I never found anything past her graduation-valedictorian.” He beamed proudly, then seemed weak again.
Before Rosalie could ask him anything, Jack gracefully came gliding back in, sitting inayofuata to her, smiling. She smiled back.
“Happy?”
“Deliriously.”
“Good. Can we go?” Tristan nodded and slowly the carriage moved on. David resumed his book, Tristan sat going over some maps. Jack and Rosalie sat on the couch, neither speaking, Rosalie in Jack’s arms.
<Rhyme to me. One of yours.>
She felt his body stiffen, his neck popped, his eyes closed. She leaned up on him and looked up at his face. Just when she though of apologizing, he began.
<If I should fall in love, I’ll fall in upendo with you. If I should make love, it will be wewe I make upendo to. If I should ask for a hand in marriage, it shall be your hand I ask for. If I should pick one person to be the mother of my children, I shall pick you. If I should fall asleep with someone in my bed, I want that someone to be you. If I should share my dreams with someone, I want wewe to be my dream catcher. If I should see my children down the aisle, I want wewe to be the proud mother. If I should see the birth of my grandchildren, I want wewe to be the new grandmother. If I should grow old, I want to grow old with you. If I should leave before my time, I want wewe near me. If I should upendo someone for the rest of my days, I shall upendo you.>
If the first poem David had recited left her stunned, this one left her floored. She had known Jack to be an intense person but she had never heard it quite like this.
<David alisema all your poems were about me.>
<He’s right.>
<Even the one wewe just said?>
<Yes.>
Silence.
Tristan was still bent over some maps, muttering under his breath. “Jack? Come here for a moment, please.” Reluctantly Rosalie sat up and he strode towards him. “Exactly where are they?” Jack’s finger traced a line to the final destination. “Ah that’s right. Thank you.” He nodded once and sat back inayofuata to her. She hesitated before she lay in his arms again though this time only one hand held her, the other aimlessly ran through her hair.
Rosalie turned her head up to look at Jack’s face though his eyes were closed. She sighed almost inaudibly and lay back down, wondering what was wrong now.
<I’m sorry.>
<For what?>
<Making wewe feel the way wewe do now.>
<I’m fine.>
<You’re not uigizaji like it.>
His arm that was holding her snaked its way across her abdomen and held tightly to her.
<See? Fine.>
<MHM.>
<Sigh.>
<You poem-do wewe still want those things?>
<Yes.>
<All of them?>
<Yes, I’ve just been waiting for the right person.>
<Me?>
<No, Alice. Yes you. Forever love.>
She couldn’t answer back, her mind tossing and turning the information.
<Jack?>
<Yes?>
<The night that wewe were changed…>
She caught her breath and looked up at the ceiling of the carriage. Jack kept perfectly still and silent-he wasn’t quite sure what was happening but he didn’t want to interrupt it…Whatever it was.
How she had never wanted to tell him this…How many nights when she was human had she lain awake, crying herself to sleep over this…How long it had taken her to push this deep, dark secret in a place where she would almost never think of it…
<Rose? Don’t make yourself do anything wewe aren’t ready for.>
<I’m sorry.>
<Nothing to apologize for. When you’re ready to tell me, wewe will.>
<Thank you.>
<No need for thanks. Anyone should thank anyone, I should thank you.>
<For what?>
<You didn’t have to defend me against Alice but wewe did. wewe didn’t have to stay with me, but wewe did. wewe saved me.>
<Ditto.>
His lips lightly touched her cheek and she smiled at the feel of it.
<I upendo you, Rosalie Lillian Hale. Forever love.>
<I upendo you, Jack William Dawson. Forever love.>
“You can’t!” I screeched, griping the thick nyasi beneath my paws.
“The whole forest will belong to the Pack of Shadows!” the dark mbwa mwitu exclaimed enthusiastically, his fur, manyoya flickering like shadows, “No mbwa mwitu will stop us!”
I have to do something! I couldn’t let it end like this! Not with the alpha in this state! Not with the pack mgawanyiko, baidisha in four!
“Out of my way pup!” he tossed me aside like a tiny mouse.
“No!” I leaped at him, biting and clawing with all my strength.
“This is pointless! wewe cannot defeat me she-wolf!” I felt him bite me and fling me away again. I was too tired to songesha now, after traveling this far without resting, I can no longer breathe enough to live.
I’m over; this is the end of the Pack of Ice! I lay winded and defeated, awaiting death’s arrival patiently.
~Let wewe Go~
1: On and on ~ the days go by
Without a sight of wewe au my sanity
I'm Lost not found ~ I wanted to onyesha wewe , I wanted to tell you...
Chorus: If I say I'm sorry will wewe believe me?
If I upendo wewe again will wewe never leave me?
I made a mistake when I alisema no
I never should have let wewe go...
2: I ring your phone but no one answers, I'm alone
Days are spent kusoma your old letters, but with a groan,
I'd put them away, In the draw they'd lay until tomorrow...
Tomorrow...
Chorus-
3: This moping, not coping is killing me
My soul is not at rest when I long for it to be
I wish you'd come back au my fears may come true
When I left you, I still loved wewe and I think wewe knew
Chorus-
Darlin' don't forget me
I'm locked and you're the only key...
1: On and on ~ the days go by
Without a sight of wewe au my sanity
I'm Lost not found ~ I wanted to onyesha wewe , I wanted to tell you...
Chorus: If I say I'm sorry will wewe believe me?
If I upendo wewe again will wewe never leave me?
I made a mistake when I alisema no
I never should have let wewe go...
2: I ring your phone but no one answers, I'm alone
Days are spent kusoma your old letters, but with a groan,
I'd put them away, In the draw they'd lay until tomorrow...
Tomorrow...
Chorus-
3: This moping, not coping is killing me
My soul is not at rest when I long for it to be
I wish you'd come back au my fears may come true
When I left you, I still loved wewe and I think wewe knew
Chorus-
Darlin' don't forget me
I'm locked and you're the only key...
Only in my dreams
You're missing, but you're always
a heartbeat from me
I'm Lost now without you
I don't know where wewe are
I keep watching
I keep hoping
but time keeps us apart
Is there a way I can find you?
Is there a sign I should know?
Is there a road I could follow
to bring wewe back home?
Winter lies before me
Now you're so far away
In the darkness of my dreaming
The light of wewe will stay
If I could be close beside you
If I could be where wewe are
If I could reach out and touch you
And bring wewe back home
Is there a way I can find you?
Is there a sign I should know?
Is there a road I could follow
to bring wewe back home?
To me...
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LivHILuvAlwaiz♥jj9
this is an English sonnet I had to write for my English class and I need to know if it is good au not before I submit it, thank you. also the rhyme scheme is ababcdcdefefgg
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My dear upendo wewe once were a shining ray.
In my eyes wewe meant the whole world to me.
Now everything about wewe is a shade of gray.
Like your beauty, your emotions, and your upendo is what I see.
However we must part onto our new paths.
Because our upendo is coming to its new close.
Colors were a beauty but now gray spreads its wrath.
I would upendo to feel again but now it’s a ghost.
Our upendo has left this earth for old times’ sake.
But when our upendo left it took wewe along too.
Sadly it left me with all this heartache.
Dying upendo was something I wish I had clues to
If someone told me upendo would never be easy
I would have chosen another path that’s breezy
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My dear upendo wewe once were a shining ray.
In my eyes wewe meant the whole world to me.
Now everything about wewe is a shade of gray.
Like your beauty, your emotions, and your upendo is what I see.
However we must part onto our new paths.
Because our upendo is coming to its new close.
Colors were a beauty but now gray spreads its wrath.
I would upendo to feel again but now it’s a ghost.
Our upendo has left this earth for old times’ sake.
But when our upendo left it took wewe along too.
Sadly it left me with all this heartache.
Dying upendo was something I wish I had clues to
If someone told me upendo would never be easy
I would have chosen another path that’s breezy
He didn’t want money au fancy cars; all he wanted was to be loved kwa someone, any one at all. He needed someone to care about him, not his wealth, not his ties to the rich and famous, someone that actually cared about him, the boy with bright blue eyes that sparkled in the sunlight, curly raven black hair and a boyish grin permanently plastered on his face hiding the pain of being alone. Yet no one did, all they saw was the heir to the Jeffrey Empire, the boy that was going to inherited it all. The boy, who was the prefect son living up to the Jeffrey name. They never saw the boy’s who’s arms were covered in cuts, the kisu against his skin, the blood dripping down staining the carpet, his eyes closing never to open again. No one read the note tucked into his pocket cause no one cared.
I’m finished
I’m done
I can’t do this anymore
I’m through
I can’t last another second
It’s all I’ve ever seen
Surrounded kwa chaos
Filled with fear
Its’ all I can think about
All the Lost love
All the broken hearts
All the destroyed dreams
All the hopeless children
And devastated parents
Everyone who turned their cheek
Who ignored the cries
Of help and distress
No zaidi kindness
Only monsters and demons
Who always kill
wewe took her from me
And now you’ll pay
‘Cause I have one final thing to say
—Good-bye World
—Hello Death and eternity
I’m done
I can’t do this anymore
I’m through
I can’t last another second
It’s all I’ve ever seen
Surrounded kwa chaos
Filled with fear
Its’ all I can think about
All the Lost love
All the broken hearts
All the destroyed dreams
All the hopeless children
And devastated parents
Everyone who turned their cheek
Who ignored the cries
Of help and distress
No zaidi kindness
Only monsters and demons
Who always kill
wewe took her from me
And now you’ll pay
‘Cause I have one final thing to say
—Good-bye World
—Hello Death and eternity
There is strength in my heart.
I have looked for it
For decades now.
Yet I have not found it before.
Now I have.
It will get me over every obstacle,
Every region,
Every country.
It makes me proud
To see this.
To see my strength
Laying there,
Waiting for me.
And me only.
This type of strength
Is called courage.
Perseverance.
Perseverance is the best type
Of strength possible.
And I have it.
Yes, me.
Never before,
Will wewe see me cower within the shadows
Again, like before.
I have changed.
And I am sure wewe will see that.
I have strength in my heart.
I have looked for it
For decades now.
Yet I have not found it before.
Now I have.
It will get me over every obstacle,
Every region,
Every country.
It makes me proud
To see this.
To see my strength
Laying there,
Waiting for me.
And me only.
This type of strength
Is called courage.
Perseverance.
Perseverance is the best type
Of strength possible.
And I have it.
Yes, me.
Never before,
Will wewe see me cower within the shadows
Again, like before.
I have changed.
And I am sure wewe will see that.
I have strength in my heart.
I looked into the window
to see the girl before me.
she was gorgeous, and beautiful
She looked strong,
she looked independent.
Her Mask was no longer there,
but what was on the outside was visible.
wewe can see the scars on her heart,
wewe can see the hurt in her eyes,
and the pain on her face.
But wewe can also see how it made her stronger.
She has alisema "Enough is Enough, Today is the Day, and today i will be victorious"
she strikes the match,
and drops the flame, to burn her past
She smiles at me, and touches her face,
and she alisema the words "Today is the Day"
Today I finally discovered, The girl looking back at her,
was me. :)
to see the girl before me.
she was gorgeous, and beautiful
She looked strong,
she looked independent.
Her Mask was no longer there,
but what was on the outside was visible.
wewe can see the scars on her heart,
wewe can see the hurt in her eyes,
and the pain on her face.
But wewe can also see how it made her stronger.
She has alisema "Enough is Enough, Today is the Day, and today i will be victorious"
she strikes the match,
and drops the flame, to burn her past
She smiles at me, and touches her face,
and she alisema the words "Today is the Day"
Today I finally discovered, The girl looking back at her,
was me. :)
