Dreams
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WpMetadataReadComplete Fri, Apr 17, 2015<5 mins
Every now and then I'll sit at the window, look at the birds and dream I can fly And I don't know why but as I look up at the sky there are tears in my eyes. I want them to hide away but I'm afraid that they're here to stay But I do know that on this day, right here and right now I must stand tall and be proud, speak loud as I turn to face the crowds and take my final bow. How I got here I don't know but as time moves slow through the everlasting light of dawns glow I remember the things I could forget. All the night's I spent on fet, walking the jagged road of sin and regret. My mind is a mess but still I progress because life is a race and you can't accept less. These eyes of mine see a world not there And though I wish that I could share these visions I know you won't care, but that's fair Love is something that is reserved for the great And perhaps this is fate being served cold as revenge on the finest silver plate, But whoever said life was supposed to be fair? If you don't dare then you can forever expect to stay there.
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Blade's eyes turned cold. Like a dark colored ocean that just froze. He took a frightening step forward so now his face was only inches from my face, even with his height, making my breath hitch in my throat. I could no longer breath. No longer see people repeatedly walking past my house. No longer hear those birds in the tree that were begging me to run. I could only see his dark blue eyes that held so much danger and anger. I could only hear his rapid breathing and even his fast heartbeat. I was just that dazed into his stare.... more like glare. "Is there someone else?" he said so low no one could hear but me. And I heard him. So clearly. I heard the threat telling me to say yes for he can make whoever the competition is disappear. I heard the anger he held behind his low tone. I heard the jealousy beyond anything. That was what clouded over everything. "N-no," I stuttered. I'm angry to admit I was scared. How he towered over me didn't make it any better. Standing proudly at maybe a 6'4 or 6'5. While I stood at a 5'5. He scanned my face trying to look for any sign of me lying. And when he backed up I knew he couldn't find one because what I said was indeed true. To be honest there was only him. And it seems like that is what it will always be. The all famous gang leader and tough girl, cross paths. He hates disrespect and that's what she's all about. How do you think this will all play out in the end?

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