I 사랑 to Write

Dear You-Know-Who,


How can 당신 not read my body language? When 당신 present, I barely look up. I barely clap. I barely look at you? And yet, when my 프렌즈 present, I go wild. I clap, I cheer, I am constantly looking at them. I even think 당신 touched my hair!!!!


I know 당신 were impressed when I rocked up in the multipurpose area covered in blood and bruises. A door hit me, sent me flying into a pole and sent to the cement for goodness' sake! 당신 hung around, I can tell. Yu stayed longer than I expected 당신 to. At least 당신 didn't see me when tears were flooding down my face. 또는 when I hit the...

love. what does it truley mean? being in 사랑 is simpe, anyone can convence themslves they are in love. being in 사랑 is when 당신 feel something for one person 더 많이 strongly than 당신 feel for another. but 사랑 is something elsa all together. 사랑 is when 당신 cant convience yourselve 당신 사랑 someone, but when 당신 try to leave something tells 당신 no, stop and think. and when 당신 do think the reason is blantint. 사랑 is when 당신 think your done, done fighting and done lieing, but than it hits 당신 that without all of that 당신 wouldnt be the person 당신 are, and they wouldnt be the one 당신 love....

Some 랜덤 little piece of prose 글쓰기 I did last 년 on a teens 글쓰기 website, hope 당신 like it.:)

They are everywhere, these birds. They hobble, strut, and flutter around the town, weaving in and out of the shoppers, darting in between clumping feet to snatch crumbs and bits of crisps among the blobs of chewing gum and cigarette ends on the wet cobblestones. The people don’t care. The pigeons don’t care. Both species living their separate lives in a man-made environment where man and bird are equal. They are the colours of the town; grey, dull brown occasionally, dappled with factory-steam...

"I still remember the world from the eyes of a child. Slowly those feelings were clouded 의해 what I know now..."



I sat there in the police department, swinging my legs back and forth high above the floor. I was wearing my 가장 좋아하는 purple dress and my 나비 sandals. My dark brown hair was in a high ponytail and it bounced as I looked both sides. Where was Mommy? Carmine and Reed sat 다음 to me there, and they were not happy. Carmine, twelve at the time, had tears coming from his eyes. Reed, fourteen, had his face in his hands, so I couldn't see what he looked like. Soon I got sick of waiting...