I trudged home, feeling hollow, as nothingness poured into my system.
As soon as I unlocked my front door, I was met with the hypnotising aroma of my eighteen tahun old sisters' cooking.
"Hey Sarah. How was school today?" Amii asked, a small smile playing on her bee stung lips.
"The usual, Amii" I smiled - trying not to tampil any of the pain that was running through my veins.
"Oh, makan malam will be ready in about 30 minutes. So, anda can do whatever" she beamed, obviously feeling on puncak, atas of the world.
I walked up to my room, not letting another word pass my, barely, gloss covered lips.
I flopped down onto my computer chair, opening up my laptop.
"What to do. What to do" I chanted to myself.
I looked in my favourites.
Hmm...
facebook - NO.
fanfiction.net - maybe...
Freedom of Speech - another possibility.
deviantART - Nah.
fanpop - Ah, yes...
I logged onto my account - s3rious_st0rm - and checked my updates.
I smiled, feeling better.
I clicked on the forum on the 'TDI's Duncan and Courtney' spot.
As soon as I unlocked my front door, I was met with the hypnotising aroma of my eighteen tahun old sisters' cooking.
"Hey Sarah. How was school today?" Amii asked, a small smile playing on her bee stung lips.
"The usual, Amii" I smiled - trying not to tampil any of the pain that was running through my veins.
"Oh, makan malam will be ready in about 30 minutes. So, anda can do whatever" she beamed, obviously feeling on puncak, atas of the world.
I walked up to my room, not letting another word pass my, barely, gloss covered lips.
I flopped down onto my computer chair, opening up my laptop.
"What to do. What to do" I chanted to myself.
I looked in my favourites.
Hmm...
facebook - NO.
fanfiction.net - maybe...
Freedom of Speech - another possibility.
deviantART - Nah.
fanpop - Ah, yes...
I logged onto my account - s3rious_st0rm - and checked my updates.
I smiled, feeling better.
I clicked on the forum on the 'TDI's Duncan and Courtney' spot.
Ok, this is a poem (not mine) that I found on Someone's dinding that muhammadadil had posted:
Girls are like
apples on trees.The best
ones are at the puncak, atas of the tree.
The boys don't want to reach for
the good ones because they are afraid
of falling and getting hurt.Instead, they
get the rotten apples from the ground
that aren't as good.So the apples
at the puncak, atas think something is wrong with
them, when in reality, they're amazing.
They just have to wait for the right
boy to come along, the one
who's brave enough
to climb
all the way
to the top
of the tree.
Girls are like
apples on trees.The best
ones are at the puncak, atas of the tree.
The boys don't want to reach for
the good ones because they are afraid
of falling and getting hurt.Instead, they
get the rotten apples from the ground
that aren't as good.So the apples
at the puncak, atas think something is wrong with
them, when in reality, they're amazing.
They just have to wait for the right
boy to come along, the one
who's brave enough
to climb
all the way
to the top
of the tree.
Of what,
of who?
Could it hurt,
could the pain
return again?
There's me
holding that
cold glass of wine,
staring at her,
trying to forget...
And there he is,
sad and distant
like usual.
Oh why,
oh why?
And me again,
but this time
I was happy.
So happy for
all those
sweet kisses
he gave me...
And again he,
looking at me
and wondering...
Oh I should have known!
Inside my fantasi
I seek
for his kisses
that poisoned
my body,
i cari for
the reason,
trying to see...
There he is
again,
oh
his kisses,
what did he do to me,
oh
he fooled me again...
Nothing was real,
he was wondering,
oh
he was trying
to see
her in my eyes,
oh...
He gave me all
that sweetness,
but he belongs to her.
Oh,
he's so sad
because of her.
He's so distant
because of her.
Oh,
he disrupt my dreams
because of her.
Because of her...