Disclamier: They ain't mine.
This is short looks into the minds of our favorite mutants. Each story will be told from the characters POV. So, read on and enjoy.
First up, Rogue.
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Sometime ah hate who ah am. Ah hate the fact that ah can't touch, an ah hate the fact that everyone's afraid o' meh. Ah know they don mean ta, but every time someone flinches away from meh, a piece o' meh dies inside.
Ah could neva get close ta someone, ah'm so afraid ah could hurt em'. Ah do howeva wish someone would look at meh. Ah know ah shouldn't, but evrytimeah see Scott look at Jean, ah get jealous. It's not that ah like him, it's jus sumthin' ah could neva have. It hurts, cause deep down ah know that no one will eva look at meh in such a loving way.
Why can't ah jus be normal?
THE HUMAN TOUCH
Tis' the human touch in this world that counts
The touch of your hand and mine
Which means far more to the fainting heart
Than shelter, bread, and wine
For shelter is gone when the night is o'er
And bread only lasts a day
But the touch of the hand and the sound of the voice
sing on the soul alway
-SPENCER MICHEAL FREE
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Yes, that was short. I don't want them to be too long though. I hope ya'll like the poem, I think it is beuatiful. The first time I ever read it, I thought of Rogue. I'm a huge poetry junkie. I'm gonna try to have a poem for everyone, either by me, or someone else.
Hey, by the way, check oout my new website please http://www.geocities.com/gothic_rogue1369/ Look around and sign my guestbook before ya leave ^_^
This is short looks into the minds of our favorite mutants. Each story will be told from the characters POV. So, read on and enjoy.
First up, Rogue.
======================
Sometime ah hate who ah am. Ah hate the fact that ah can't touch, an ah hate the fact that everyone's afraid o' meh. Ah know they don mean ta, but every time someone flinches away from meh, a piece o' meh dies inside.
Ah could neva get close ta someone, ah'm so afraid ah could hurt em'. Ah do howeva wish someone would look at meh. Ah know ah shouldn't, but evrytimeah see Scott look at Jean, ah get jealous. It's not that ah like him, it's jus sumthin' ah could neva have. It hurts, cause deep down ah know that no one will eva look at meh in such a loving way.
Why can't ah jus be normal?
THE HUMAN TOUCH
Tis' the human touch in this world that counts
The touch of your hand and mine
Which means far more to the fainting heart
Than shelter, bread, and wine
For shelter is gone when the night is o'er
And bread only lasts a day
But the touch of the hand and the sound of the voice
sing on the soul alway
-SPENCER MICHEAL FREE
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Yes, that was short. I don't want them to be too long though. I hope ya'll like the poem, I think it is beuatiful. The first time I ever read it, I thought of Rogue. I'm a huge poetry junkie. I'm gonna try to have a poem for everyone, either by me, or someone else.
Hey, by the way, check oout my new website please http://www.geocities.com/gothic_rogue1369/ Look around and sign my guestbook before ya leave ^_^