Shaun
It feels like a piercing physical wound; to see her leave me again.
I cannot access the part of me that handles realisation. Serena called her Ashleigh. That child in her arms. Is mine.
My forehead is resting on the edge of the hard granite countertop, and I am trying to ignore the card that is currently lying right in front of me. I already know what is printed on it by heart.
Serena Meyer
Gaurdian Ad Litem, New York.
serenashleigh@mweb.com
And then a number scrawled on in her own handwriting.
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Her eyes haunt me when I close my own. Everything I see reminds me of her.
Irony; isn't it, when the one thing Ты absolutely need to survive is within your physical grasp but Ты cannot have it? Isn't it some kind of 'destiny' rule that means Ты always land up with the one person right for Ты and it's all Цветы and daisies from then on?
I have a three год old daughter that I have never met before although I knew she existed. Not specifically 'she', but Ты get the point.
What kind of excuse for a human being am I?
I touch the single picture I have kept of her, stroking her collarbone with my index finger. She has a scar directly below there. A pale, four-inch gash that she got in a car crash when she was fifteen. Involuntarily, the memory overcomes me.
"What's that?" I ask her, tracing the length of the scar.
"Just a souveneir from a car crash. I was fifteen," she says nonchalantly, refusing to let go. Her arms are wrapped around my waist. We are sitting on her bed. Her head is resting on ny shoulder, her long hair cascading down my shoulder blade. Her distinct smell of lilacs is tantalising me.
That was the first time I told her I loved her.
It feels like a piercing physical wound; to see her leave me again.
I cannot access the part of me that handles realisation. Serena called her Ashleigh. That child in her arms. Is mine.
My forehead is resting on the edge of the hard granite countertop, and I am trying to ignore the card that is currently lying right in front of me. I already know what is printed on it by heart.
Serena Meyer
Gaurdian Ad Litem, New York.
serenashleigh@mweb.com
And then a number scrawled on in her own handwriting.
**************************************************
Her eyes haunt me when I close my own. Everything I see reminds me of her.
Irony; isn't it, when the one thing Ты absolutely need to survive is within your physical grasp but Ты cannot have it? Isn't it some kind of 'destiny' rule that means Ты always land up with the one person right for Ты and it's all Цветы and daisies from then on?
I have a three год old daughter that I have never met before although I knew she existed. Not specifically 'she', but Ты get the point.
What kind of excuse for a human being am I?
I touch the single picture I have kept of her, stroking her collarbone with my index finger. She has a scar directly below there. A pale, four-inch gash that she got in a car crash when she was fifteen. Involuntarily, the memory overcomes me.
"What's that?" I ask her, tracing the length of the scar.
"Just a souveneir from a car crash. I was fifteen," she says nonchalantly, refusing to let go. Her arms are wrapped around my waist. We are sitting on her bed. Her head is resting on ny shoulder, her long hair cascading down my shoulder blade. Her distinct smell of lilacs is tantalising me.
That was the first time I told her I loved her.
The sun is up in the sky
i watch it in the big blue ksky
And i ask myslef,"why?"
i stare at the ceiling.
then i get a strange felling.
and this felling is still being.
and then i ask,"why?"
What do i see in those eyes?
what do i see in you?
even thought i still despise.
i always ask myslef,"why?"
ask me that question,"why?"
i say i dont know
they tell me dont lie
so then i speak th truth.
i know that in my heart
i will always Любовь you
your eyes that shine like he sun
being with Ты is always fun
one день i will tell you,hun
that Ты are the only one
sorry,not all the words rhyme.im not the best at making poems,but i wanted to share it with Ты anyways
i watch it in the big blue ksky
And i ask myslef,"why?"
i stare at the ceiling.
then i get a strange felling.
and this felling is still being.
and then i ask,"why?"
What do i see in those eyes?
what do i see in you?
even thought i still despise.
i always ask myslef,"why?"
ask me that question,"why?"
i say i dont know
they tell me dont lie
so then i speak th truth.
i know that in my heart
i will always Любовь you
your eyes that shine like he sun
being with Ты is always fun
one день i will tell you,hun
that Ты are the only one
sorry,not all the words rhyme.im not the best at making poems,but i wanted to share it with Ты anyways
Is it possible to fall in Любовь with someone you’ve never met
Your only knowledge stemming from information you’ve seen или read
Before I knew of his existence I would have stated no
Yet the first time I saw him my сердце begged to never let go
It isn’t rational
или logical
Though Любовь rarely is
I can’t make my сердце stop wishing that I held his
And I know it's stupid and silly to believe
In some kind of fairy tale
The perfect prince for me
But every time I see that smile
I can’t help but feel
That one день we could share
A Любовь that is real
Your only knowledge stemming from information you’ve seen или read
Before I knew of his existence I would have stated no
Yet the first time I saw him my сердце begged to never let go
It isn’t rational
или logical
Though Любовь rarely is
I can’t make my сердце stop wishing that I held his
And I know it's stupid and silly to believe
In some kind of fairy tale
The perfect prince for me
But every time I see that smile
I can’t help but feel
That one день we could share
A Любовь that is real