TheSingingTreeLady

    ”Guys, look! There’s a road block ahead.” I could feel the sweat begin to slide slowly down the small of my back as I realized what those blue lights were. This was where I truly realized what the word panic meant. I was seventeen, driving after curfew and with two passengers over the limit for the restrictions of my license. I was driving my two friends, Leanna and Jon, to an old graveyard we liked to hang out in during the summer nights. The third person in the car, Paul, was a guy I hated with a passion and the boyfriend to my best friend. He was the kind of person that had no true friends, but a confusing bad boy pul

    At times, I find myself drowning, my head dancing under waves of emotions for which I have no escape. I feel as though with every breath, I take in more of the poison that is in this world, and fill my lungs with the thick syrup that slows my movements. That is when I call on my hidden corridors, and the caress of my thick, warm comforters. I really prefer not to drown in public. The thing that is so terrible about dying in front of a crowd is the knowledge that none of those who stand around you feel waves crashing over your head. Those around you can only watch with sympathetic eyes that make you wish to rip out your own soul from want

He Did Find Me Lovely Once He did find me lovely once, I think, for his eyes did lock upon my face and linger there but a moment too long. Yes, I think he must have thought it once, for his lips did so tenderly hold their rosy passions to mine. At least, I know he did but think it once, for he did coveted mine eyes as the stars on a cloudless night. Yes, I am sure he did think it once, for he did sing unto me the lullabies that did make make my soul alight. Yet he would not profess it once, not even once, for he does not the waking hours of the night think the melodies of my name. No, he would not of it speak even once, for he and his l