hi to anyone who is Чтение this now. my name is lauren and i am currently only 14. i Любовь to write and read, but im finding it hard to come up with ideas. i was hoping that some people could give me ideas on what kind of stories they like and a basic plot and i could expand on the idea. if i did write one i would post it on here, by chapter and Ты would get half of the credit, lol. of course if Ты would want me to help write Ты write it instead of me или Ты would want to help me write it, around your idea, i would be fine with that. i really would appreciate any ideas i have a few but im not sure if Ты guys would read it, i need opinions from anyone. thanks.
as if Ты gave me a choice
everything about Ты i loved
all other feelings aside i shoved
on your every word i hung
and even among
a crowd, only Ты i see
nowhere else i would rather be
these feelings for you, that are kept inside
i can no longer hide
everything about Ты i admire
Ты are all i desire
so kind, so sweet, so passionate
everytime our eyes met
my сердце would race
while looking at your smiling face
full of buety, life, and joy
with my emotions Ты play like a toy
like a wild beast, my emotions cannot be tame
and i don't even know your name
Life's like a rollercoaster,
Don't waste the ride.
Live it up all the way,
because today's your last day
What would Ты do?
Would Ты cry a little, scream a little, think it's all pretend.
или go into silence until the very end...
Would Ты Любовь the ones Ты hate the most или be the person Ты hide?
Would Ты pretend that you're ok but really scream inside?
Would Ты try and keep the sun from setting as your last день ends?
Knowing you'll never see it rise...
Tomorrow I'll be somewhere else Ты say as Ты close your eyes.
what can I do?
I'm self-centered, self-induldged, self-absorbed, hateful, short-tepered, implusive, in a complete state of denial, confused and lonely, yet I don't try to think.
a creature of the night
a princess of darkness
I long for light
colors
but all is midnight
and my only companions are the moon and the darkness
thought it comforts me when no one can
I wish to be out of darkness for once
to be clear, understood, unquestioned, and loved.
but who am I to ask for this?
who am I to want this?
is that what makes me human?
why?
all I want to know is why?