This is a very short poem that I wrote, and you'll need a bit of a translation, aha! Here it is:

First part: When I didn't want to say anything, he chose me. So, I'm going to kill him. He talks to me, and I think he loves me, but he does not say, for he already as a woman. (its very un...un vocabuly (--made up word) ahaha)

Second part: and when she says 'my god!'

I was inspired by a little annoyance. Funny how life works, eh? Haha please enjoy, and do review!!

Mussh luv,

wolfie


How it is in my mind, bs(its a persons name im not B.Sing you :p)

Quand je voulu ne dire rien, il m'a choisi. Alors, je vais le tuer. Il me parle, et je crois qu'il m'aime, mais il ne veut pas dire parce qu'il a déjà une femme.

Hence he tries, yet fails again. Mortality is nothing, nevertheless everything; so to keep the soul sealed is difficult. She feels the need to voice, et quand elle dit 'mon dieu!—'"

However, then she pays for it.