This is before Clockwork Princess, if your anything like me, if you just want to pretend that the EPILOGUE NEVER HAPPENED and just think about the good old clock work prince days this is for you. It's just a small poetry fic from the diary of William
Herondale. NOTHING BELONGS TO ME (except the poetry rhymes and stuff) CASSANRA CLARE OWNS ALL CHARACTERS AND STUFF
Americans are so rude!
Atleast that's what I say
Their jug throwing skills
Aah, I remember that day
I thought girls in brothels
Were rather submissive
But this American fox
Seems rather miffed
Now trust me,
I'm quite a looker
Damsels faint for me
Not hit me with a beaker
But that's what she did
This brown haired beauty
Square on the arm
(I screamed "Bloody Mary!")
Yet I was captured
The way she was with me
Her eyes defiant
But melting slowly
...
Remembering that day
it causes so much pain
For If I could
Jem would've saved her instead
She loved me first
Yet he loved her back
I could've given her everything
But the truth I lacked
Why didn't I act sooner?
Why didn't I think?
Before I knew it
She was done in a blink
We had our times,
When we were so close,
Times in the attic and balls,
Her love was a drug dose
But it ended the same
With me always saying no
Until much later
When she closed the door...
What is this life?!
Is it worth living?!
Tessa bought my heart
When I wasn't for selling.
-from the diary of William Herondale
I might make several diary "enteries" depending on the reviews...if you would like to see more of Mr. Herondales secret poetry I suggest you drop me a review or PM me
Or WHATEVS BRO...I'd like to continue but I don't think my poetry's good enough :P IDK tell me what you think K?
ave atque vale
-Margorette
i love you all