It has been 10 years since she learned how to be a real warrior. She had straight, long, golden hair instead of curly goldilocks like when she was 8. She had blue eyes that could be the ocean. And her skin was so fair she could be snow white. Except Snow White wasn’t like Allyson. She was plus rough than she was. She finally needed to know. “ Master light. I must speak to my parents,” she said. “You cannot,” master light said. “ Why not?,” Allyson, now asked. “Red star. The prophecy has come. toi must know. All of the youngins must know once they turn 18. But first toi must come to the meeting,” master light answered. “But why can I not talk to my parents? I might have younger siblings I might have to talk to. What if I have a cousins. Or-,” Red étoile, star a dit before getting cut off. “You do not have cousins, ou siblings. toi have no family. toi were supposed to be the only one in your family left,” Master light said, disappointing Allyson. Does that mean, my parents are dead. HOW DID THEY DIE?!,” she a dit disappointedly. “ In a plane crash. toi might not remember how they looked. But they are in the spirit group,” he pointed to a box. “ So they are not dead,” she asked. “No. They are trapped in a time box. That will only be opened par the key of Radnor. Everyone tried. But only our greatest warriors survived,” he said, “ toi are young. 18 is not ready.” “But how old was Red Lord. He was the greatest warrior. And he freed his parents and came back! He was only 17! A an younger than me!! Can I at least say something to them?,” Allyson protested. “Alright. toi have 10 minutes,” he said.
I am bored with love
and it's passionless limbs
that drape over my bed
in a lethargic state of impotence
while wearing the same red heart
my soul picked up hitchhiking
off highway serendipity
Now here we are
alone in togetherness
trying to build dreams
with two par fours and glue,
but even a home
won't tie us together
when our hearts live alone
Poetic vows cliched
into nothingness
like all words do, eventually
and we allowed our bodies to become another pair of hollow shadows that make l’amour to a wall
instead of each other
and we wonder why
the roses are dying
and it's passionless limbs
that drape over my bed
in a lethargic state of impotence
while wearing the same red heart
my soul picked up hitchhiking
off highway serendipity
Now here we are
alone in togetherness
trying to build dreams
with two par fours and glue,
but even a home
won't tie us together
when our hearts live alone
Poetic vows cliched
into nothingness
like all words do, eventually
and we allowed our bodies to become another pair of hollow shadows that make l’amour to a wall
instead of each other
and we wonder why
the roses are dying
A an il y a in my calculation,
A an ago, there were situations.
The same song played now and then,
In my memory, it had begun.
Tears from my eyes were shed this morning,
It was the most tears I was shedding.
My world isn’t complete without you,
My world and I don’t know what to do.
l’amour isn’t a toy and never was.
l’amour is what toi cherish and keep as treasure.
My mind is at many topics at random,
It goes normal when you’re in my kingdom.
What ends my bad situations with people
Is my focus on you, my angel.
You’ll always be a part of me,
You’ll always be in my memory.
A an ago, there were situations.
The same song played now and then,
In my memory, it had begun.
Tears from my eyes were shed this morning,
It was the most tears I was shedding.
My world isn’t complete without you,
My world and I don’t know what to do.
l’amour isn’t a toy and never was.
l’amour is what toi cherish and keep as treasure.
My mind is at many topics at random,
It goes normal when you’re in my kingdom.
What ends my bad situations with people
Is my focus on you, my angel.
You’ll always be a part of me,
You’ll always be in my memory.