Hey everyone! I wrote this (well it all wasn't me) at around what, Rochi-chan, eight or nine? Well anyway, this was for Rochelle's English assignment I helped her with it...and we ended up with this! Like it? Review it! Even if you don't like it!
And...this can be about who ever you want! E&T, S&S...who ever.
Review and tell me who you think wrote it, and who you think it's about!
Luv ya!
OH YES. WE WROTE THIS. WE OWN THIS. IF YOU WANT TO USE IT, ASK ME!
"Butterfly's Wings"
My teacher was so cruel. Well...not really. But she made us write a poem...a sonnet really.
What was I going to write? Nerves building I started nibbling on my pencil. What was I going to do? It was due tommorow! I sharpened my pencil, and I caught the sharp scent of grated pencil shavings. Letting go, I started to write.
I see you sitting there yet you're so far away
you're simply out of grasp, slipping through my fingers
in the distance you seem to shimmer like the heat of day
but with you it is where my heart lingers
Wow. I didn't know I could write like that...
my heart begins to beat as you pass me by
trying not to make it so obvious, hoping that you won't see
my soul is keyed to yours, floating like a butterfly
unfortunately, what's obscure to you is visible to me
The last part. This was it. Here we go. Okay... and...
it is so hard not to make my feelings known
for they are as plain as day
my heart is a butterfly that has not yet flown
but waiting to fly far, far away
so tell me, before I spread my fragile wings
what song I have left of you there is to sing.
"What's that?"
"N-nothing..."
"Yes it is, let me see..." a quick grab.
Lips formed the words as they read the sonnet. A pale face. "I-is this true?"
I look down. We can't meet eyes. "Yes." I utter the word. Oh crap...
"I love you too."
~Fin
And...this can be about who ever you want! E&T, S&S...who ever.
Review and tell me who you think wrote it, and who you think it's about!
Luv ya!
OH YES. WE WROTE THIS. WE OWN THIS. IF YOU WANT TO USE IT, ASK ME!
"Butterfly's Wings"
My teacher was so cruel. Well...not really. But she made us write a poem...a sonnet really.
What was I going to write? Nerves building I started nibbling on my pencil. What was I going to do? It was due tommorow! I sharpened my pencil, and I caught the sharp scent of grated pencil shavings. Letting go, I started to write.
I see you sitting there yet you're so far away
you're simply out of grasp, slipping through my fingers
in the distance you seem to shimmer like the heat of day
but with you it is where my heart lingers
Wow. I didn't know I could write like that...
my heart begins to beat as you pass me by
trying not to make it so obvious, hoping that you won't see
my soul is keyed to yours, floating like a butterfly
unfortunately, what's obscure to you is visible to me
The last part. This was it. Here we go. Okay... and...
it is so hard not to make my feelings known
for they are as plain as day
my heart is a butterfly that has not yet flown
but waiting to fly far, far away
so tell me, before I spread my fragile wings
what song I have left of you there is to sing.
"What's that?"
"N-nothing..."
"Yes it is, let me see..." a quick grab.
Lips formed the words as they read the sonnet. A pale face. "I-is this true?"
I look down. We can't meet eyes. "Yes." I utter the word. Oh crap...
"I love you too."
~Fin