If you loved me like one loves sleep,

Surely I could never bore you.

If you spent as much time with me as you sleep,

Maybe you would understand my heart....

An explosion, thats what it felt like.

Your eyes overcome with the new,

Colours and shapes and styles.

The buildings are all rather bright,

Brighter than my home, or old home now.

The streets cleaner than any others.

No cars either, just bikes and small carriages drawn by black mares.

The lights were unusual as well,

Purple in hue, dimmer than normal and all lined up down the wide street.

Then the...

My love for you oozes out of my being,

Like ink from a pen.

For I could never stop loving you,

Till the end of all men.

Life passes quickly, quicker for some,

But with you it feels endless.

Anything I do with you,

It leaves me feeling senseless.

I wouldn’t mind sitting in silence with you,

For it is not a silence.

It is a conversation simply without words,

But instead speaking of hearts.

Then a...

I watched him leave,

I watched him tear my heart in two.

I saw the man I love with all my heart walk away as if I was worthless.

As if I was a used cup that was no longer needed.

Only good for one thing.

He flared his claws and set a target on my heart.

He snarled at me, teeth lengthening.

Where had my love gone?

Where had the sweet boy who lovingly embraced my heart disappeared to?

Who had turne...

“MUM HAVE YOU SEEN MY BOOK?” I yelled downstairs.

Frantically, I pulled everything off my shelf in a search for my book. The book I’ve poured my heart and soul into for the past two years has gone missing and you can probably tell I’m not happy about it.

It’s like I can feel the clock ticking away, eating the seconds I have before we have to get in the car and go.

Mum hasn’t even replied, probab...

The old bookstore had always been my escape, but today it felt different, almost magical. The ancient timber framwork rose high above my head as I walked through the doors and Miss Pat waved at me from behind the desk. I waved back, smiling, before going towards my usual chair. It was one of the biggest chairs in the giant library. It was a rich, velvety green colour and had dark, mahogany arms th...

She walked down the road, her pink stilettos nearly tripping her up on her floor-lengthed, stark white fur coat. A snarl was set into her face, like a pitbull ready to attack, and everyone she pushed past looked uncomfortable upon its presence. Suddenly Mildred’s phone rang,

“Yes…..oh you backstabbing…….I’m not bullying you……oh shut up you..”

The conversation continued, Mildred berating the unfort...

Which word describes my feelings?

For how they both so similar are,

Both involve a beating of the heart,

But the difference is the colour.

For love is never be perceived as black,

As hatred so commonly is.

But love is rich and red,

Like blood enhanced with oxygen.

For hate, black blood pumps,

Poisoning he mind further.

For love, red runs through veins,

Adding more poison of a different kind,

Oxy...

Most people are scared to age,

Just as some are scared to love.

But with both ee must embrace.

For the wrinkles show experience,

The smile lines showing smiles,

The crows feet highlight eyes,

Eyes that i still love, my dear,

No matter how old you get.

I wish you could see,

How amazing the waves on your skin are,

How i love to trace them.

You hair might be dull to you but,

To me your hair is col...

It was a zap. A zing. An instant connection between two people and for once, I believed in Molly’s so-called “movie moments”.

His eyes were intense, looking not only at me but my soul, my entire being. I felt as if I was on fire but my hands were cold and clammy. I didnt even notice anything else about him, couldnt tell yoy his hair colour or the clothes he was wearing but in this moment i could ...