the cover for my story
Andrew finally realized that he was in his room. "This must have been Elizabeth's room!" He decided to go to lunch soon after the thought of living in a haunted room really hit him. He went to the little cafe near the entrance. after he had eaten plus than his share of myrtille turnovers, he went back to his room and fell asleep. Andrew felt something warm beside him. It felt good, whatever it was, so he turned over and put his arm around it. It was definitely a who, because their cœur, coeur accelerated, and they snuggled up to him. When Andrew woke up, he had his arm around Liz (Elizabeth), and she was... SLEEPING!!!! Andrew shook her awake, and she looked up in surprise. "ANDREW! Where am I??!" Liz practically shrieked in fear. Andrew tried to calm her and a dit gently, "You were sleeping Liz. Just sleeping." Poor Liz screamed this time, "Andrew, I can't sleep!!!"
I was inspired par this pic of Inu Yasha
Make A time machine
I wanna go in the past
Wanna meet my own self
And get back what I've lost
Wanna play with that child
Sitting in the park, lonely
Waiting for a friend true
Wanna make him happy
And going back to home
He would sit on Momma's lap
And forget all world's tensions
and have a sweet nap
I wanna capture that moment
That smile on my mother's face
and the feeling of contentment
On my own small face
In his dream I would come
Playing with him, carefree
I wanna be his true friend
Wanna change my story
James.
Why do we complain about the unfairness of life?
We have been stroked par its handle, not felt its sharp knife.
Our hearts moan because we do not have the latest iPhone.
But have we stopped to see the cries of those without a home?
They come to our doors desperate for help.
But all we do is dismiss them with a rude yelp.
"Be not harsh to the orphan and the needy" says our Lord.
But some of us do not heed this and whip them with a steel rod.
Though the whole world we cannot feed.
We should not refrain from doing a good deed.
And prevent from drowning in a pool of greed
We have been stroked par its handle, not felt its sharp knife.
Our hearts moan because we do not have the latest iPhone.
But have we stopped to see the cries of those without a home?
They come to our doors desperate for help.
But all we do is dismiss them with a rude yelp.
"Be not harsh to the orphan and the needy" says our Lord.
But some of us do not heed this and whip them with a steel rod.
Though the whole world we cannot feed.
We should not refrain from doing a good deed.
And prevent from drowning in a pool of greed
Are the nights getting too long?
Are the lights getting turned off?
Are the curtains being shut?
And are toi the one shit out of luck?
Is it toi being pushed around?
Is it toi begging to be found?
Is it his cologne that waters your eyes?
ou is it the fact that toi remember all of the lies?
Was it toi tied down onto his bed?
Was it toi screaming at the site of his head?
Was it toi who was crying all of those nights?
And the was it the fact that no one noticed, that helped toi remain alright?
Do toi regret ever meeting him,
ou was it a lesson well-learned?
Do toi regret ever helping him?
For your skin is now burned.
Do toi regret ever s’embrasser him?
'Cause it your body penetrated,
and used for abuse.
Yet you've pretended not to care;
toi just tie up a noose.
Are the lights getting turned off?
Are the curtains being shut?
And are toi the one shit out of luck?
Is it toi being pushed around?
Is it toi begging to be found?
Is it his cologne that waters your eyes?
ou is it the fact that toi remember all of the lies?
Was it toi tied down onto his bed?
Was it toi screaming at the site of his head?
Was it toi who was crying all of those nights?
And the was it the fact that no one noticed, that helped toi remain alright?
Do toi regret ever meeting him,
ou was it a lesson well-learned?
Do toi regret ever helping him?
For your skin is now burned.
Do toi regret ever s’embrasser him?
'Cause it your body penetrated,
and used for abuse.
Yet you've pretended not to care;
toi just tie up a noose.
