One I wish for love around Two I hope I don’t get let down Three I can’t let my guard slip Four I’d die for just a kiss
Five pick me choose me today Six please don’t, don’t go away Seven open up to me your heart Eight you’re a shiny diamond shard
Nine I won’t let you get out Ten you’re mine, and no one else
These are ten reasons why our love is true- What?? You hate me? Well… I didn’t ask you!
Make me a promise I’ll search for the truth Words are meaningless When trust is aloof
Make me a promise And I’ll expect it to be kept Stay true to words of power My hope in it has leapt
And now it comes The test of faith Alas I knew it would Lead to hate
What’s this? Another broken vow? Huh I knew it No surprise there WOW
Looking over and under hills Swear I’ll find the honest I don’t know who I can trust Wading through a murky forest
No one knows How to keep a pact No stone left unturned No promise left intact
“Gaphillia!” He shouted in unparalleled glee. His marker flipped and twirled as he scrawled onto the wall.
“Lagam, bointy, hoguash,” he wrote, the letters long and shaky, pressed and looped. He happily sat on his cushioned chair, leaning over the side of the chair and stretching his arm to write. His feet dangled over the ground, not quite being able to reach the floor. A grin spread across his small face.
“Gaphillia, gaphillia, gaphillia,” he chanted. “Gaphillia, gaphillia, gaphill-“
“Hollen!” A female voice shouted over his chanting, cutting him off. He turned toward her with a frown on his face.
“What did I tell you about writing on the wall?” The woman strode over to him, ripping the marker from his tiny hands. He pouted, crossing his arms.
“Children,” his mother spat under her breath as she stomped to the kitchen to find a cleaner.
“Gaphillia,” was Hollen’s only muttered reply.
I flipped and rolled Over, sideways, and under So young but feels so old Mind games, mind flounder
Feels out of place, so so odd Hard edges and soft round Be quiet! No Be loud
Hurt and fouled Again I am folded Crumpled by the folder Imposed and lorded
Wishing I could press undo Hard life, I am unfed Afraid, alone, bare, and nude Left all alone out to fend
Wanting, hoping for more fuel Lying on the cold cold floor Why is everyone so rude? Slammed in the face like a wooden door
Please please let me redo I was misled by my ruler Please please let me be found My mind thrashes, crashes. Flounder
It had been fifteen years since the sun had last risen. Or at least it felt like it. My arms spread out on either side of me like an airplane, I lay on my back facing the popcorn ceiling. Darkness consumed me but I could just make out the outlines in my room as my eyes had adjusted over the past few hours. Or years.
