PityPityTears shroud the face of the wounded as I look down on you with pity. What a poor soul you've become. Scraping at the bottom of the barrel for some taste of what you call affection. The yearning of an aged woman lusting for more
Love is an illusion in my eyes as you constantly scurry after the one you desire. Your obsession apparent yet you disguise it with tear filled eyes and once again whisper to me, 'love'
Is this what you truly desire? Is that all that you need? If the complete submission of your soul is what you must do to achieve it, I pity you. For without knowing it you have become a slave. Things will never be the same. I stroke your hair consoling the tears of the broken, and whisper to you 'Is this love or obsession?' I pity you for not knowing the difference.
After all I've donePROMPT: Draw the lineweek 3/4After all I've done!I looked down, my heart racedTears streaming down my face.'My dear your teacher called today...Your once smiling expression replaced.After all I've done,you still turn away.Turning love into hate...My heart still seeming to break.Your once gentle eyes,somehow turn cold and distant.Such a gentle angel in appearance;though I know the truth.I see right through those lovely hues.Your mouth curve's once again,but in a malevolent smile... for the truth was out.I even saw your files.Disrespect, disruptive, undisciplined little runt.Foul language, stealing, fighting...I could be blunt.To tell you that I'm tired,and I'm giving you away.But my heart wouldn't let me,and you'll beg I let you stay.Crashing to the floor,tears gushing now in waves.My one and only true wish,is that you would behave.After all I've done,you still turn away...Turning love into hate.Seeing your wicked face,my heart continues to break.I hol
Better with youPROMPT: TONEweek 5/6Light! Their screams and shouts fill the house.Both back and forth,Their voices carry out.It's all about you and the way you behave.It's always about you,And about you it will remain.They scream constantly and I try not to hear.Closing my eyes, then a vision of you appears.Though they fight because of you, I still hold you dear.For before you came along,I would lie in tears.Neglected of their love
'They would work all the time!'With you here dearest brother I feel alive.You listen and you smile even though you're bad sometimes.You admire me and fly every time I'm around.We are siblings and I love you,Despite our parents demise
They go crazy arguing, but together we rise.I look down at you sleeping,Wishing you to be good.Be even if you don't
I will love you still.With you I am understood.You bring me true joy.Neglect I feel no more.With you here I am happy.I am not alone.They continue to argue,Shouting l