Jet-black, velvety ink drips across the page; handwriting small, drops large;
Spreading, contaminating.
The shadow of my pen casts a menacing shadow against the page.
Dark against light.
The virgin sheet, awaiting, a-hoping, for that one black, opaque dot to come to corrupt it.
Corruption.
What a beautiful word, what an ugly action.
The naïve, sanguine girl waits and wishes for her one true prince.
But he shall never come.
A seventeen-year old boy in a motorcycle jacket is what she gets instead.
Nothing special.
Just another one of those hit and run cases.
Nights following the failed attempt at love are filled with
Pain and rain,
Beat, beat, beating against an off-white windowpane,
Not unlike her heart that one frightening, pitch-black night.
hey rachel, ive heard u rite songs and i wondered if you liked this one i made. if u like it u can keep it... please do keep it!
ReplyDeleteloves not what to reject in life,
love inspires your range of wide,
blue open skies.
blueee openn skiess.
peace can trasform u,
aint that wat it's supposed to do?
so cant u c
that u might love me?
in the wide blue open skies?
bluee openn skiess
to live life?
love ur familly
how u might just love me
so please wont u see?
even in the
blue open skies?
bluee openn skies
dont u relize?
so do u like it? i dont know what to do next. its urs!
love ya forever,
one of ur close peeps
heyy!! that's really good, but i'm hayley, not rachel!! haha her blog is:
ReplyDeletehttp://therealtopten.blogspot.com
IT'S INCREDIBLE