Izzy POV
It was about 12:01. I was going out to howl at the moon. When i walked outside, i saw a note. Iread it aloud.
Meet me in the woods at midnight.
love,
Your secret admirer
me:Wow,i have a secret admirer. maybe its owen. No wait, cody! no no, JUSTIN!!! или trent. What about Geoff?
I wondered all the way there. then, i tripped on a leg.
me:AHHH!
duncan: Эй, there babe.
izzy: what? oh, hi duncan. now, whos the secre admirer?
duncan: your looking at him.
me*laughs*okay, okay. Ты got me. now, who is it?
duncan:me.
me:oh, really?duncan: uhu!
3rd person
izzy: oh, okay then are Ты sure?
duncan; yes babe.
izzy: okay then
duncan: so,
izzy: Ты wanna make out.
duncan:okay
*2 hours later*
*2 еще hours alter*
izzy: okay well that was fun
duncan: yeah, uh, so, see Ты later.
izzy:okay
duncan: yeah.cool. okay then, bye!
izzy: bye.
*15 min later*
both: I Любовь U! *start making out*
It was about 12:01. I was going out to howl at the moon. When i walked outside, i saw a note. Iread it aloud.
Meet me in the woods at midnight.
love,
Your secret admirer
me:Wow,i have a secret admirer. maybe its owen. No wait, cody! no no, JUSTIN!!! или trent. What about Geoff?
I wondered all the way there. then, i tripped on a leg.
me:AHHH!
duncan: Эй, there babe.
izzy: what? oh, hi duncan. now, whos the secre admirer?
duncan: your looking at him.
me*laughs*okay, okay. Ты got me. now, who is it?
duncan:me.
me:oh, really?duncan: uhu!
3rd person
izzy: oh, okay then are Ты sure?
duncan; yes babe.
izzy: okay then
duncan: so,
izzy: Ты wanna make out.
duncan:okay
*2 hours later*
*2 еще hours alter*
izzy: okay well that was fun
duncan: yeah, uh, so, see Ты later.
izzy:okay
duncan: yeah.cool. okay then, bye!
izzy: bye.
*15 min later*
both: I Любовь U! *start making out*
I remember the times of the i Любовь you's
and times when it was i hate you.
But Ты come back begging at me feet.
And when my pity defeated me.
and the sweet seranades, in our matching shades.
My rose collection, evidence of your effection.
The sheets unmade, from the nights Ты stayed.
The child in me, from the times Ты loved me.
The debt Ты owe, from using the word borrow.
The times i was scared, was the time Ты spared.
And this dress i wear, in which are people become aware, that Ты are gone, and withdrawn.
The memories i hold, they are written in bold.
my broken heart, from when Ты apart.
so rest now my love, up now from above.
and times when it was i hate you.
But Ты come back begging at me feet.
And when my pity defeated me.
and the sweet seranades, in our matching shades.
My rose collection, evidence of your effection.
The sheets unmade, from the nights Ты stayed.
The child in me, from the times Ты loved me.
The debt Ты owe, from using the word borrow.
The times i was scared, was the time Ты spared.
And this dress i wear, in which are people become aware, that Ты are gone, and withdrawn.
The memories i hold, they are written in bold.
my broken heart, from when Ты apart.
so rest now my love, up now from above.
This is a peom I wrote for a competition at my school. Tell me what Ты think of it, please?
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Have Ты felt the torture of hate?
Like a poisonous cloud, it will wait,
Until Ты burn in the flames of fury.
Then it will creep up and incapacitate.
Alas! Ты will choke, and don’t try to deny your anger.
It is too late.
Hate is like grasping a red hot coal,
Intent on throwing it at another soul,
Instead it is you, yourself, who burns,
Then your own anger shall take its toll,
You’ll bring about your every mistake and failure.
You’ll be alone.
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Have Ты felt the torture of hate?
Like a poisonous cloud, it will wait,
Until Ты burn in the flames of fury.
Then it will creep up and incapacitate.
Alas! Ты will choke, and don’t try to deny your anger.
It is too late.
Hate is like grasping a red hot coal,
Intent on throwing it at another soul,
Instead it is you, yourself, who burns,
Then your own anger shall take its toll,
You’ll bring about your every mistake and failure.
You’ll be alone.
have Ты noticed when Ты fall in Любовь it feels like your flying? I have. It the most wonderful feeling in the world. But when do Ты feel it? Do Ты feel it when Ты fall in love, или when Ты just are overfilled with joy?
Have Ты ever felt it? или have Ты felt anything close to it? What does it mean? Does it mean that Ты have to fly away from it before your Любовь hurts you? или does it mean that your body enjoys the joy filling your body?
Tell me what Ты think...
Have Ты ever felt it? или have Ты felt anything close to it? What does it mean? Does it mean that Ты have to fly away from it before your Любовь hurts you? или does it mean that your body enjoys the joy filling your body?
Tell me what Ты think...