AnemoneInTheSky

Please, Stop acting so cold. Please, Squeeze back on my hold. Please, I don't want you to leave. Please, Understand that I can see That you hurt so much more than me.

 They were so beautiful, those shocking electric blue eyes. You couldn't believe how he was holding you, so warm and tender. As he leaned in, you felt your heart pound. So hard. So fast. Cling! Molly barely remembered the distant dream as her eyes slowly and groggily opened with the sound of metal falling to the floor. The petite framed girl felt herself sprawl outward, the small joints of her shoulders and hips giving off a resounding crack. She sat up in a bounce and yawned with a quirky smile. By the sound of pots and pans, possibly a wooden spoon or two, being destroyed in the kitchen, and Molly decided it should be a more than normal

 Waking up at dawn must be the most fulling part of a day a person can achieve, not that the average population would even attempt such an endeavor. But for those that do, looking forward to that moment proves to be the drive behind getting out of bed and facing the many sufferings the day might bring. This all is the main point William keeps in his mind this early dawn morning as he quietly sipped his tea, cozily wrapped in his lavender blanket. The chilly morning breeze caressed his face warning him that he shouldn't stay on the balcony long, for the pale complex of the tip of his nose would soon turn pink and he would not enjoy spending

Poor Alice Childish story in hand Why does Alice still dream of Wonderland? Deeply enveloped in her own mind What does she expect to find? A White Rabbit as he scudders on his way? A pampered Duchess ranting about her day? These are stupid notions to think might be For there is no glass table with holding a key There is no Queen in marvelous hues No March Hare trying to make his dues. And after all these years I am sad to find Poor little Alice is still trapped inside her own mind.