Okay, it's true my life is bound by writhing ,music ,Johnny Depp and chocolate… Owh well, I've learn to live with my opsessions. A little usless info about myself. I'm listening to Michelle Branch and I dissident this poem is from Lizz POV, yeah that girl from my fic Livin' La Vida Loca. So some people won't get what's happening, cause the thought are small flashbacks from my fic. Here we go again:
I do not fear,
Once I was scared being around him,
I remember the first thing what he did to me when he woke up,
He almost strangled me with one arm,
Still I saw a sad little wounded pup,
Once he threatened me with horrible deaths,
I remember how scared I was when he pointed the gun at my forehead,
He almost broke my arm when I hit him,
Still I found him pretty sad,
Once I thought he was only using me to get into a bar,
I remember how wrong I was,
He almost broke that perverted guys jaw
Still I found it hard to believe he was as good as I thought I saw,
Once he told me everything about his past,
I remember the shock and how scared I got,
He almost lost the sanity he had left that night,
Still I had hope for him, even when he showed me his insane side,
Once I was sure he was going to murder me,
I remember how he pushed me up against the wall,
He almost made me cry,
Still I stayed his ally,
Once he was a first class ass,
I remember how he ground me on the sofa, I didn't even commit a crime,
He almost ruined the whole movie that day,
Still I like him being around, it didn't matter it was only to kill time,
Once I thought he would betrayed me and deliver me at my step dad,
I remember the look on his face,
He almost panicked, it was me ore a well paid job he had to chose,
Still he killed the bad guy and this time it was the voice that lose,
Once he drove me to the edge,
I remember all of his snappy comebacks, perverted lines and his annoying questions,
He almost made me furious, he can be so naggy about littlest things,
Still I could talk with him about our past, it's like he's taking me under his wings,
And now I'm here,
Somewhere in drop-dead Mexico,
With nowhere to stay
With nowhere to go,
But right now, I don't care, I do not fear,
Because my fallen angel is right here,
I have to say, some lines are a bit lame, but it was a hard poem to write, since every line starts the same way again and the word have to rhyme.
Still I'm proud of the results. It's pretty much everything Lizz thinks of Sands, or at leased I hope.
Again, leave a review behind, please, please, please, please with sugar on top.
Luvzzz Sue-AnneSparrow