"Come on, Elijah. Smile for your Ima."
"I’m telling you, Ziva, that smile the other 일 was just gas."
"It was not, Tony. He was smiling and I will get him to smile again."
"Whatever 당신 say, David."
"Come on, smile, baby. Yes, Mama is shaking your hand. 당신 사랑 to hold Mama’s hand. Smile."
"I’ve never heard 당신 talk baby-talk before, Ziva. Frankly, it’s a little scary."
"Would 당신 rather I yell at him as if I were interrogating him? Because I could do that."
"No 당신 couldn’t. You’ve gotten soft. And I 사랑 it."
"Ah! Tony! Did 당신 see it? He smiled!"
"It was probably just gas."
"I will kill 당신 if 당신 take this away from me. It was a smile."
"I’m telling you, Ziva, that smile the other 일 was just gas."
"It was not, Tony. He was smiling and I will get him to smile again."
"Whatever 당신 say, David."
"Come on, smile, baby. Yes, Mama is shaking your hand. 당신 사랑 to hold Mama’s hand. Smile."
"I’ve never heard 당신 talk baby-talk before, Ziva. Frankly, it’s a little scary."
"Would 당신 rather I yell at him as if I were interrogating him? Because I could do that."
"No 당신 couldn’t. You’ve gotten soft. And I 사랑 it."
"Ah! Tony! Did 당신 see it? He smiled!"
"It was probably just gas."
"I will kill 당신 if 당신 take this away from me. It was a smile."
So, I'm not even sure that this is long enough to be considered an article, but here goes.
I was going through one of my old notebooks and I found a poem that I wrote about Ziva around the time she was in Somalia. But I suppose it could be viewed as a during 또는 post-traumatic poem. I thought I'd see what 당신 girls think :) It's short and dark, and it's called Fallen.
Her wings are black, her 심장 is broken,
Whispered thoughts are never spoken,
She dies inside, slowly here,
Every moment wrought with fear.
Forgotten dreams and harsh regrets,
Memories she tries so hard to forget,
And now each single waking hour,
She wilts inside... a dying flower.
I was going through one of my old notebooks and I found a poem that I wrote about Ziva around the time she was in Somalia. But I suppose it could be viewed as a during 또는 post-traumatic poem. I thought I'd see what 당신 girls think :) It's short and dark, and it's called Fallen.
Her wings are black, her 심장 is broken,
Whispered thoughts are never spoken,
She dies inside, slowly here,
Every moment wrought with fear.
Forgotten dreams and harsh regrets,
Memories she tries so hard to forget,
And now each single waking hour,
She wilts inside... a dying flower.
