She dreams of the futureSitting in an open windowsill,The cold air on my arm,My soft and graceful singing,Working like a charm.People gather from around the block,Just to hear me sing,Someday in the singing bizI hope to be a queen.But for now I lay here,Lonely in my bed,wondering if I'll ever fulfillThe dream that's in my head.Sometimes I am unsure myself,If I will ever make it,All this waiting and sitting around,I can hardly take it!I run into my bedroom,And lay down in my bed,Muffle my cries with a pillow,Unsure how many tears I've shed...
A short scary storyHere's a short and scary story that basically describes my dream I had last night... :giggle:Lucille was sitting on her bed, fiddling with her blonde hair, thinking about her mother, when her dad came in. "Hey honey, I'm going out to see a play tonight. Do you think you'll be alright by yourself?" Lucille shot up from her bed and walked up to him. "What?! You're just going to get up and leave on such short notice? Are you going with somebody? Who are you going with? You think you can replace mom?" She was furious! Her dad looked shocked at her tone. "Honey, I would have told you earlier, but I was so wrapped up in my work. Now, I know it's
A poem to my dear friend...This is a poem I dedicate to my dear friend Micheal Melbrooks (1990-2005 nickname Gavner or Gavy-bear) who got shot one day by his hateful and crazy ex on our way from the mall. He was a great friend to :iconqueenofthedamned28: and I, and was my favorite cuddly little teddy bear. I miss him so... ='( So I wrote this for him, and I hope he sees it on his little laptop up in paradise. I hope he knows how much I loved him and miss him.Gavner, I love you,More than I can say,You make tears fall down mycheecks every day.Gavner, I love you,In every single way,Whenever I was sad,You would make it all okay.Gavner, I miss you,I wis