Prologue:
“Sabohime-sama, are Ты really going to send Sayorihime-sama to THAT clan?” asked a woman who was wearing a light blue sleeveless kimono, has katana on her left side of the waist and the side and back of her кимоно are long(goes down to ankles)and the front of the кимоно is short and is wearing white shorts, has blue hair tied up in a bun and her eyes are closed, “We have no choice Tatsuta, in our current condition, if Seimei attacks us with his army, we would lose. And besides, that old bag and his men can be trusted, and I’m pretty sure they can protect my granddaughter!” answered a young woman who looked like she was in her 20’s while wearing a white кимоно with a short black hair(like Sayori’s but shorter), short to the middle of her neck, two medium-sized bells are floating beside her and some цветок ornaments on her hair and her golden eyes seem to glisten like stars while she was drinking sake. “I understand that, Sabohime-sama, but Ты already know that Sayorihime-sama doesn’t like yokais, and putting her in a place full of yokai might get on her nerves.” “Relax, Tatsuta! I’m positive, sooner или later, she will open up to them!”
-End of Prologue-
“Sabohime-sama, are Ты really going to send Sayorihime-sama to THAT clan?” asked a woman who was wearing a light blue sleeveless kimono, has katana on her left side of the waist and the side and back of her кимоно are long(goes down to ankles)and the front of the кимоно is short and is wearing white shorts, has blue hair tied up in a bun and her eyes are closed, “We have no choice Tatsuta, in our current condition, if Seimei attacks us with his army, we would lose. And besides, that old bag and his men can be trusted, and I’m pretty sure they can protect my granddaughter!” answered a young woman who looked like she was in her 20’s while wearing a white кимоно with a short black hair(like Sayori’s but shorter), short to the middle of her neck, two medium-sized bells are floating beside her and some цветок ornaments on her hair and her golden eyes seem to glisten like stars while she was drinking sake. “I understand that, Sabohime-sama, but Ты already know that Sayorihime-sama doesn’t like yokais, and putting her in a place full of yokai might get on her nerves.” “Relax, Tatsuta! I’m positive, sooner или later, she will open up to them!”
-End of Prologue-
this my poem...I just wrote it randomly...Don't know if it's any good...what do Ты think?
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If Ты Любовь him,
Tell him so.
If Ты Любовь him,
Tell him not to go.
The very worst,
He can do,
The very worst,
He can do is say no.
Don’t hide away,
Wishing all day,
Don’t hide away,
Just come out and say.
“Yes, I Любовь you,
I’ve told Ты so.
And if Ты Любовь me,
Please don’t go.”
“Yes, I Любовь you,
I’ve told Ты so.
And if Ты Любовь me,
Please don’t go.”
“Please, please,
Please don’t go.
Please, please.
Please, please don’t go.”
So, if Ты Любовь him,
Tell him so.
If Ты Любовь him,
Tell him not to go.
The very worst,
He can do,
The very worst,
He can do is say no.
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If Ты Любовь him,
Tell him so.
If Ты Любовь him,
Tell him not to go.
The very worst,
He can do,
The very worst,
He can do is say no.
Don’t hide away,
Wishing all day,
Don’t hide away,
Just come out and say.
“Yes, I Любовь you,
I’ve told Ты so.
And if Ты Любовь me,
Please don’t go.”
“Yes, I Любовь you,
I’ve told Ты so.
And if Ты Любовь me,
Please don’t go.”
“Please, please,
Please don’t go.
Please, please.
Please, please don’t go.”
So, if Ты Любовь him,
Tell him so.
If Ты Любовь him,
Tell him not to go.
The very worst,
He can do,
The very worst,
He can do is say no.
Little raindrops shiny,silver,
Dropping silently into the river.
A girl sitting quiet,alone,
Her smile is fading,her hope is gone.
It faded really long ago,
That sounds sad,i know.
She quickly wipes away a tear,
It's her secret so no one can hear.
She secretly cries every night,
It's her fate,so she cant fight.
She touches a raindrop and goes back inside,
She is so lost,she's losing her pride.
All she asks for is a friend,
Someone to be there and understand.
So help her to make her dream come true,
There's always something Ты can do.
Dropping silently into the river.
A girl sitting quiet,alone,
Her smile is fading,her hope is gone.
It faded really long ago,
That sounds sad,i know.
She quickly wipes away a tear,
It's her secret so no one can hear.
She secretly cries every night,
It's her fate,so she cant fight.
She touches a raindrop and goes back inside,
She is so lost,she's losing her pride.
All she asks for is a friend,
Someone to be there and understand.
So help her to make her dream come true,
There's always something Ты can do.
what I'm Письмо isn't exactly an Статья , but I hope Ты will enjoy it ^_^ ..
Girl; Do I ever пересекать, крест you'r mind ?
Boy; No .
Girl; Do Ты like me ?
Boy; No .
Girl; Do Ты want me ?
Boy; No .
Girl; Would Ты cry if I left ?
Boy; No .
Girl; Would Ты live for me ?
Boy; No .
Girl; Would Ты do anything for me ?
Boy; No .
Girl; Choose me или you'r life ?
Boy; My life .
The girl runs away in shock and pain and the boy runs after her and says ....
*The reason Ты never пересекать, крест my mind is because Ты are always on my mind .
*The reason why I don't like Ты is because I Любовь Ты .
*The reason I don't want Ты is because I need Ты .
*The reason I wouldn't cry if Ты left is because I would die if Ты left .
*The reason I wouldn't live for Ты is because I would die for Ты .
*The reason why I'm not willing to do Ты anything for Ты is because I would do everything for Ты .
*The reason I chose my life is because Ты are my life .
Girl; Do I ever пересекать, крест you'r mind ?
Boy; No .
Girl; Do Ты like me ?
Boy; No .
Girl; Do Ты want me ?
Boy; No .
Girl; Would Ты cry if I left ?
Boy; No .
Girl; Would Ты live for me ?
Boy; No .
Girl; Would Ты do anything for me ?
Boy; No .
Girl; Choose me или you'r life ?
Boy; My life .
The girl runs away in shock and pain and the boy runs after her and says ....
*The reason Ты never пересекать, крест my mind is because Ты are always on my mind .
*The reason why I don't like Ты is because I Любовь Ты .
*The reason I don't want Ты is because I need Ты .
*The reason I wouldn't cry if Ты left is because I would die if Ты left .
*The reason I wouldn't live for Ты is because I would die for Ты .
*The reason why I'm not willing to do Ты anything for Ты is because I would do everything for Ты .
*The reason I chose my life is because Ты are my life .
inch by inch
bringing me closer
to my doom
Бабочки of
anticipation
flutter nervously
in my stomach
knuckles whiten
jaws clench
what have I
gotten myself into
the suspense
is killing me
I'm going to hate it
I'm going to Любовь it
I might lose my lunch
but I don't care
heaven help me
here it comes...
...
I hold my breath...
...
and then
I scream
my stomach
drops
my breath
is stolen
my heart
is pounding
adrenaline
courses
through
my veins
amid screams
of sweet terror
I fling up
my hands
and ride on
the wings
of Thrill!
I remember the день I fell in love.
Not just simple love.
No, this was head over heels, I'd die for Ты love.
I remember where I fell in love.
A small middle school in a small town.
A place Ты could easily miss.
I remember the my matchmaker.
A short women, but with еще огонь then Ты could ever imagine.
еще passion for what she does then I had ever seen.
I remember my girlfriends who were with me.
My athletic, sassy, fun-loving chicks.
My flirting consultants.
I remember him.
Good God, he was beautiful.
Yes, I remember the день I fell in love.
True Love.
Head over heels love.
With..................
Basketball.
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This is dedicated to my first real баскетбол coach. She taught me not just how to play basketball, but how to be part of a team. I have so much respect for her and I know I should thank her everyday for helping me fall in love. For Coach Joy.
Not just simple love.
No, this was head over heels, I'd die for Ты love.
I remember where I fell in love.
A small middle school in a small town.
A place Ты could easily miss.
I remember the my matchmaker.
A short women, but with еще огонь then Ты could ever imagine.
еще passion for what she does then I had ever seen.
I remember my girlfriends who were with me.
My athletic, sassy, fun-loving chicks.
My flirting consultants.
I remember him.
Good God, he was beautiful.
Yes, I remember the день I fell in love.
True Love.
Head over heels love.
With..................
Basketball.
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This is dedicated to my first real баскетбол coach. She taught me not just how to play basketball, but how to be part of a team. I have so much respect for her and I know I should thank her everyday for helping me fall in love. For Coach Joy.
Just a poem. I hope it isn't much of a bother to rate.
I dream of all things
Uncertain of dark deeds and pasts
Within these thoughts as dark as sea
When once those wings of black
Hung over all
Shadowing but of the wretched white
That blinds me of all beauty.
I dream of all things
From happiness to highs
Let down these pills
или I’m gone, retreat inside my mind
Where none but the darkest thoughts
Swallowing twilight
I dream of all things
From the stories told by hidden scars
Unable to Показать themselves
Under this intense scrutiny
That makes up this world’s attire
To the times that I could be happy
Without a drug to create
The much-needed illusion...
I dream of all things
No matter of their contents
Because, well,
Nightmares are still dreams.
I dream of all things
Uncertain of dark deeds and pasts
Within these thoughts as dark as sea
When once those wings of black
Hung over all
Shadowing but of the wretched white
That blinds me of all beauty.
I dream of all things
From happiness to highs
Let down these pills
или I’m gone, retreat inside my mind
Where none but the darkest thoughts
Swallowing twilight
I dream of all things
From the stories told by hidden scars
Unable to Показать themselves
Under this intense scrutiny
That makes up this world’s attire
To the times that I could be happy
Without a drug to create
The much-needed illusion...
I dream of all things
No matter of their contents
Because, well,
Nightmares are still dreams.
