Chapter 2: Mother's love
Her blue eyes, bright and full of hope glow in
the darkness of broken dreams.
Gwenny was her name.
Hope that is left among these dreams that lived in Jack's eyes.
Father's heart was full, though.
Life of whom he dreamed now begins to fade,
though dreams still live within.
Captured inside, locked up and condemned to oblivion.
Dana, mother, happy and peaceful takes her
baby, embracing her gentle and cuddling.
Mother's heart was full.
Gwenny was beautiful baby, her skin was so soft and white, eyes so bright.
Baby was peaceful when her mother was near.
Mother's love has always been the strongest one.
The both parents were happy, enjoying in every smile that Gwenny gave.
Nights were long, though.
Past days, dreams that seem to be so distant
and impossible torture Jack's mind.
Life he lives is not the life he dreamed of.
Regardless of all that, he was happy, but not peaceful.
In the room he is, sounds are noisy, as if the walls whisper, as if the wind talks.
But, the melody of wind itself is not like a lullaby, it's more like restless thoughts that circle
around the head.
Nights were cruel, sleepless.
Only thoughts were awoken, everything else was quiet.
Her blue eyes, bright and full of hope glow in
the darkness of broken dreams.
Gwenny was her name.
Hope that is left among these dreams that lived in Jack's eyes.
Father's heart was full, though.
Life of whom he dreamed now begins to fade,
though dreams still live within.
Captured inside, locked up and condemned to oblivion.
Dana, mother, happy and peaceful takes her
baby, embracing her gentle and cuddling.
Mother's heart was full.
Gwenny was beautiful baby, her skin was so soft and white, eyes so bright.
Baby was peaceful when her mother was near.
Mother's love has always been the strongest one.
The both parents were happy, enjoying in every smile that Gwenny gave.
Nights were long, though.
Past days, dreams that seem to be so distant
and impossible torture Jack's mind.
Life he lives is not the life he dreamed of.
Regardless of all that, he was happy, but not peaceful.
In the room he is, sounds are noisy, as if the walls whisper, as if the wind talks.
But, the melody of wind itself is not like a lullaby, it's more like restless thoughts that circle
around the head.
Nights were cruel, sleepless.
Only thoughts were awoken, everything else was quiet.
I wrote this yesterday when me and my boyfriend had a big fight and it's a fight that may go on for a long time. I know I am young to write something like this but, I guess it helps. Plus If you don't like it just tell me, ok?
The Power of Words
You and I had this big long fight,
It felt like the storm during the night.
It was verry sad and cold,
My friends had to like you a lot
and you felt like I forgot,
forgot about you.
But I had a prodject due.
You think you're mr. I'm so cool
but you used to act like a ghool.
Not to the people you love,
to the sensetive people like a dove.
How we spoke with eachother,
made you feel much better.
But the fight we had,
you said was nothing but it was bad.
See ya pal we're ova,
take the cell you gave me and do me a fava.
Just don't ever,
Never...
Talk to me again!
The Power of Words
You and I had this big long fight,
It felt like the storm during the night.
It was verry sad and cold,
My friends had to like you a lot
and you felt like I forgot,
forgot about you.
But I had a prodject due.
You think you're mr. I'm so cool
but you used to act like a ghool.
Not to the people you love,
to the sensetive people like a dove.
How we spoke with eachother,
made you feel much better.
But the fight we had,
you said was nothing but it was bad.
See ya pal we're ova,
take the cell you gave me and do me a fava.
Just don't ever,
Never...
Talk to me again!