There once lived a princess named Eleanor. She was a very beautiful and intelligent young girl. Yet, she was unhappy.
Everybody kept telling her, that she had everything she could’ve ever needed ou wanted: the beauty, the brains, the fortune and a young, mighty prince to whom she was supposed to get married to. And they were right. In theory, the young princess’ life seemed perfect. But in reality, it was far from it.
The princess felt alone and scared, even when she was surrounded par people and was completely safe. And her prince. He didn’t make her happy. But not because he didn’t try. He simply couldn’t. She didn’t l’amour him. She loved someone else. Someone kind, warmhearted, beautiful and also a royalty, therefore their l’amour seemed acceptable. However, it was not.
On her wedding jour the princess cried and cried, until she had no plus tears left. Her pain seemed unbearable, her cœur, coeur was ripping into two. As her maid opened the door and told her:
“Miss, we’ll have to start soon.”
Princess answered:
“Just give me one plus seconde to breathe one last breath.”
The maid nodded and closed the door. As soon as she did so, the princess opened up the nearest window and before she knew it, she was climbing out the window and running towards the woods. To hide in the arms and the darkness of trees.
What was she doing? She wasn’t sure. But she knew she had to get out. She had to be able to breathe. She had to be free. With the one person she truly loved.
There are lots of theories on how the princess’ life has turned out. Some say that she has been found par her father, the King, and killed, for the shame that she has brought over their kingdom. Some say that she has received the punishment of the Gods, fell ill and died only a few weeks after the hiding.
But those, who know the real princess, know the real story. The story of the forbidden l’amour and happy, long life that the princess has lived with her only, real, true love: Princess Annabelle.
The forbidden l’amour between the two princesses. Yes, it was talked of. Yes, it was judged. And yes, it was highly frowned upon. But the talks, judgments and frowns didn’t reach the princesses ears, minds ou hearts. They were protected. Protected from all of it, par happiness, freedom, joy and lightness that they felt. They didn’t care about what anybody else thought, because for them, there wasn’t anybody else, but them. For the first time in years, they were able to breathe again.
They loved each other. And that’s all that mattered.
THE END
Everybody kept telling her, that she had everything she could’ve ever needed ou wanted: the beauty, the brains, the fortune and a young, mighty prince to whom she was supposed to get married to. And they were right. In theory, the young princess’ life seemed perfect. But in reality, it was far from it.
The princess felt alone and scared, even when she was surrounded par people and was completely safe. And her prince. He didn’t make her happy. But not because he didn’t try. He simply couldn’t. She didn’t l’amour him. She loved someone else. Someone kind, warmhearted, beautiful and also a royalty, therefore their l’amour seemed acceptable. However, it was not.
On her wedding jour the princess cried and cried, until she had no plus tears left. Her pain seemed unbearable, her cœur, coeur was ripping into two. As her maid opened the door and told her:
“Miss, we’ll have to start soon.”
Princess answered:
“Just give me one plus seconde to breathe one last breath.”
The maid nodded and closed the door. As soon as she did so, the princess opened up the nearest window and before she knew it, she was climbing out the window and running towards the woods. To hide in the arms and the darkness of trees.
What was she doing? She wasn’t sure. But she knew she had to get out. She had to be able to breathe. She had to be free. With the one person she truly loved.
There are lots of theories on how the princess’ life has turned out. Some say that she has been found par her father, the King, and killed, for the shame that she has brought over their kingdom. Some say that she has received the punishment of the Gods, fell ill and died only a few weeks after the hiding.
But those, who know the real princess, know the real story. The story of the forbidden l’amour and happy, long life that the princess has lived with her only, real, true love: Princess Annabelle.
The forbidden l’amour between the two princesses. Yes, it was talked of. Yes, it was judged. And yes, it was highly frowned upon. But the talks, judgments and frowns didn’t reach the princesses ears, minds ou hearts. They were protected. Protected from all of it, par happiness, freedom, joy and lightness that they felt. They didn’t care about what anybody else thought, because for them, there wasn’t anybody else, but them. For the first time in years, they were able to breathe again.
They loved each other. And that’s all that mattered.
THE END
this my poem...I just wrote it randomly...Don't know if it's any good...what do toi think?
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If toi l’amour him,
Tell him so.
If toi l’amour 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 l’amour you,
I’ve told toi so.
And if toi l’amour me,
Please don’t go.”
“Yes, I l’amour you,
I’ve told toi so.
And if toi l’amour me,
Please don’t go.”
“Please, please,
Please don’t go.
Please, please.
Please, please don’t go.”
So, if toi l’amour him,
Tell him so.
If toi l’amour 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 toi l’amour him,
Tell him so.
If toi l’amour 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 l’amour you,
I’ve told toi so.
And if toi l’amour me,
Please don’t go.”
“Yes, I l’amour you,
I’ve told toi so.
And if toi l’amour me,
Please don’t go.”
“Please, please,
Please don’t go.
Please, please.
Please, please don’t go.”
So, if toi l’amour him,
Tell him so.
If toi l’amour 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 toi 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 toi can do.
what I'm écriture isn't exactly an article , but I hope toi will enjoy it ^_^ ..
Girl; Do I ever traverser, croix you'r mind ?
Boy; No .
Girl; Do toi like me ?
Boy; No .
Girl; Do toi want me ?
Boy; No .
Girl; Would toi cry if I left ?
Boy; No .
Girl; Would toi live for me ?
Boy; No .
Girl; Would toi do anything for me ?
Boy; No .
Girl; Choose me ou you'r life ?
Boy; My life .
The girl runs away in shock and pain and the boy runs after her and says ....
*The reason toi never traverser, croix my mind is because toi are always on my mind .
*The reason why I don't like toi is because I l’amour toi .
*The reason I don't want toi is because I need toi .
*The reason I wouldn't cry if toi left is because I would die if toi left .
*The reason I wouldn't live for toi is because I would die for toi .
*The reason why I'm not willing to do toi anything for toi is because I would do everything for toi .
*The reason I chose my life is because toi are my life .
Girl; Do I ever traverser, croix you'r mind ?
Boy; No .
Girl; Do toi like me ?
Boy; No .
Girl; Do toi want me ?
Boy; No .
Girl; Would toi cry if I left ?
Boy; No .
Girl; Would toi live for me ?
Boy; No .
Girl; Would toi do anything for me ?
Boy; No .
Girl; Choose me ou you'r life ?
Boy; My life .
The girl runs away in shock and pain and the boy runs after her and says ....
*The reason toi never traverser, croix my mind is because toi are always on my mind .
*The reason why I don't like toi is because I l’amour toi .
*The reason I don't want toi is because I need toi .
*The reason I wouldn't cry if toi left is because I would die if toi left .
*The reason I wouldn't live for toi is because I would die for toi .
*The reason why I'm not willing to do toi anything for toi is because I would do everything for toi .
*The reason I chose my life is because toi are my life .
inch par inch
bringing me closer
to my doom
papillons 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 l’amour 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!