Image from One Tree Hill I move away from the door. The banging increases, his voice becomes louder, more fierce. I slowly inch away, though my feet don’t seem to move. I shut every window, every door, till I’m finally in my room. I can hear him no longer, but nor do I feel safe. For it was only in his arms, where I seemed to belong... I wrap my arms with the thin scarf. The setting winter breeze gives me the chills, and I’m unable to protect myself. I run into the small bar and sit down, hoping that I could get some warmth. As I sip my coffee, I see a man staring at me. Or rather, staring right through me. He sighs as he sees me look towards him. I look away and sip my coffee. I hum along the song that plays. I was used to this. Sitting alone, eating alone.. Solace was all around me, even though I always had people surrounding me. I never longed for the presence of someone else. I was perfectly fine being on my own. “Good song, right?” He asks, interrupting my tho...
Simple and good!
ReplyDeletenice...i undrstnd da ends of ur lines...bt "an idicatn" can b chngd in2 a simpler word i thnk...Dat word is a bit heavy!!
ReplyDeleteU rayt damn well...keep goin...Hope u doin well now!
Take care...
Rugma...
Where do you get your pics? :O
ReplyDeleteHey,
ReplyDeleteI'm glad your doing better!
I'm okay
School started back up for me today ugh such a short summer.
Love ur posts((Yea where do you get ur pictures from cos they ROCK!))
Another great poem and once again, the picture matches it perfectly.
ReplyDeleteNice One!..How u doing..long time no c
ReplyDeleteNice one
ReplyDeletethanks for stopping by my blog
enjoy ur day
very nice blog..holds your world into it.
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take care.
good one..!!
ReplyDeleteready 4 xams...??
howz ur timetabl??
Very nice. Gorgeous in its simplicity, but moving <3
ReplyDeleteAnd AH! This is the first time since I've been reading your blog that you didn't end your poem with an ! Lol, I like it better, though ;)
well written....the emotions portrayed are heart-warming
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