Babay-Shawdow

I know I wont have That kind of first kiss But still, I'll be happy. 'Cause I'll be with him.

Rain trickled down the window pane of the large room. A beautifully drawn out bed, supported by high beams laid comfortably in the middle of the room. The lilac sheets matched the lavender curtains that kept out the white clouds from waking the girl. If you could call her a girl. Silky brown hair, down to her waist, stick straight and never tangled, accompanied her fierce golden eyes, which laid closed for the moment. Her skin was fair, but she wasn't pale or sickly looking. She wore a white T-shirt a size to big with a tank top underneath, with sky blue pajama bottoms to finish the outfit. Her thick wooden door was knocked on softly. The gir

The interrogation room was cold, and dark. A single chair, dull brown, placed next to a metal table. One rusty light dangling from a wire coming out of a hole in the ceiling. Mirrored walls, she guessed for the effect, of thinking about what you did. She didn't do anything wrong. Her middle finger nail, placed in between her teeth. Biting her nails was always a bad habit, especially when she was bored. Many mistook this gesture as a practice for the nervous or guilty. But still, she was neither. Glancing out of the corner of her eye, a man in formal clothing shut the door behind himself, trapping her inside the room alone, with him. "I'm not

Feel the Heartbreak Coming back. Was I wrong to think it gone? Who'd have guessed this boomerang love Would ever be so m a g n e t i c I may be no p r o t o n  In You're Eyes. (I am nothing. Just Neutron.)-- e l e t r o n-- the universe has prohibited o  u  r attraction Spin about your misty cloud. /without me. I'll watch in a foggy h a z e.! Waiting for my nucleus To {d I s P e R s E} So one d a y We will finally be. A t t r a c t i o n i s D e f a u l t.

Life is like a poem With lines cut off just right Even when split incorrectly It manages to create a life Haikus are structured Lives lived on schedule and time Organized with care I chose to stick with rhyme Seeing as it flows and goes Though it may seemed forced at spots Everything written, can never say no