dragonlady222: I'm glad you like it, where are they now, needs some touch ups and I need to type it out besides that it's done, I'll do a lot of typing tomorrow.

Chance Illuser: hmm, yes one-sided love does suck, but...They both have blond hair, they both have amazing eyes, and sister, so how can you know who I'm talking about and in which chapter?

Melika Nosaki Nollie: Somehow I have come to love this story, so it will be longer don't worry, many more chapters to come :p

SnakeMistress: Relationship, hmm, yeah that will happen, soon enough, not rushing things you know :p

Alright next chapter

Here I sat, drawing again. This time, it's of him doing a reading at the rhythm and rhyme bar. I had previously just finished my entry; it was to the effect of professing my love. Though, that was only underlining, I don't think that anyone would really catch that from the words I used or maybe they will. At the moment I couldn't care, he's reading his poem at the moment, and his expression, his eyes are gleaming with passion, and on the odd word he'd close his eyes as if he was reliving some deep emotion with in him. I know I will when I read mine. The whole gang's here, of course I'm not sitting exactly with them I'm kind of off to the side. Now it's my turn to read my poem. Some people clap, some are surprised I even wrote anything but I go up fearlessly.

"This poem is called Make the Tables turn."

Somewhere in the back of my mind I wonder,

What happened to make the tables turn.

There was a point when I looked through your eyes,

Now you look at mine, in mine, and it has the same effect.

At Some level or another, you control me,

And it makes me wonder,

What happened to make the tables turn.

You don't see it as clearly as I do,

But it's there, that feeling.

It used to be so strong the connection,

But now it's barely there, almost non-existent.

Am I the only one to see it, to still believe it,

Maybe it's an illusion, like the illusion of control.

The illusion that I once had I owned everything,

And was owed everything,

From the time I was born I thought the fates owed my something,

Was I wrong? I think I was.

So I give up my control, to you.

Isn't it funny how the tables have turned? "

I finished my reading, snaps were gave, and whispers wrung through the crowd, I bowed my head as I walked back to my seat my sketch book still in hand. I must remember to finish this picture one day. Maybe another summer after noon...

That's it :p ...be back with other shtuff later