Okay, so I'm uandishi a book on www.FanFiction.net, and it's about the Sookie Stackhouse Novels kwa Charlaine Harris, its a shabiki fiction, so I dont want to make publicity out of it, I just want ppl to read it, and tell me what they think!
So, if wewe have time on your hands, and wewe wanna read what I wrote (which has Wanyonya damu and werewolves, and shapeshifters, witches, etc. (like in the actual series)) then follow this link, and tell me what wewe think in maoni if wewe have a shabiki fiction account, if not tell me what wewe think down below this! Please do so, I really wanna know if its good au not...thanks for kusoma this and hopefully u follow the link!
LINK:
www.fanfiction.net/s/5685042/1/A_Offer_A_Sookie_Stackh...vel
So, if wewe have time on your hands, and wewe wanna read what I wrote (which has Wanyonya damu and werewolves, and shapeshifters, witches, etc. (like in the actual series)) then follow this link, and tell me what wewe think in maoni if wewe have a shabiki fiction account, if not tell me what wewe think down below this! Please do so, I really wanna know if its good au not...thanks for kusoma this and hopefully u follow the link!
LINK:
www.fanfiction.net/s/5685042/1/A_Offer_A_Sookie_Stackh...vel
I am a broken-winged eagle
Who cannot fly
Because I have set no goal for myself.
Other people laugh and scoff at me,
And I know that I must quickly find something
To hope for.
Everyday I think,
"What's the use? Nothing is my talent. Give up."
People think I am nothing but stupid,
But I can see that light within myself.
I have not yet soared.
I have not yet found my dream.
One day, I find something unique to dream for.
Writing.
Something that can take me to faraway places
Anywhere, beyond this universe.
And now I can soar.
Far, far, faraway
Where no one can catch me.
Where no one can disturb me.
Where I can be free.
Where I will no longer be
A broken-winged eagle.
Who cannot fly
Because I have set no goal for myself.
Other people laugh and scoff at me,
And I know that I must quickly find something
To hope for.
Everyday I think,
"What's the use? Nothing is my talent. Give up."
People think I am nothing but stupid,
But I can see that light within myself.
I have not yet soared.
I have not yet found my dream.
One day, I find something unique to dream for.
Writing.
Something that can take me to faraway places
Anywhere, beyond this universe.
And now I can soar.
Far, far, faraway
Where no one can catch me.
Where no one can disturb me.
Where I can be free.
Where I will no longer be
A broken-winged eagle.
how can wewe look
straight into my eyes,
and see none of the pain
reflect from my glossy stare?
how can wewe spit lies
right to my face,
and feel none of the regret
from the shame?
how can wewe kiss me
so harsh and coldly,
and not understand
that your hurting us both?
i dont know what your doing,
au even why,anymore.
i dont see how wewe can break
such an innocent heart,
and keep smiling
that beautifully irritating smile.
i dont see how wewe could do this
to anyone who let wewe in so much,
and just shove them from your mind.
when i get close,
wewe songesha further away.
when i smile,
yours fades.
when i laugh,
wewe become silent.
and when im gone,
youre at your happiest.
i dont see why i keep trying.
nothing i do is ever good enough.
and honestly,
wewe really just dont care.
thats how wewe can do
all the horrible things wewe do.
all because
wewe just dont give a shit.
straight into my eyes,
and see none of the pain
reflect from my glossy stare?
how can wewe spit lies
right to my face,
and feel none of the regret
from the shame?
how can wewe kiss me
so harsh and coldly,
and not understand
that your hurting us both?
i dont know what your doing,
au even why,anymore.
i dont see how wewe can break
such an innocent heart,
and keep smiling
that beautifully irritating smile.
i dont see how wewe could do this
to anyone who let wewe in so much,
and just shove them from your mind.
when i get close,
wewe songesha further away.
when i smile,
yours fades.
when i laugh,
wewe become silent.
and when im gone,
youre at your happiest.
i dont see why i keep trying.
nothing i do is ever good enough.
and honestly,
wewe really just dont care.
thats how wewe can do
all the horrible things wewe do.
all because
wewe just dont give a shit.
