I knocked on the large door and waited for her to open it. I didn't get the point of meeting here THEN going to the mall. The thought of Duncan made my blood boil. I don't know how this is gonna work. After that 3 Sekunde thought, the short but pretty brunette girl I call my best friend opened up the door. She smiled then looked at my hair, "You're gonna go to the auditions and meet hot guys looking like THAT?" Then she grabbed my hand and dragged me upstairs.
"This outta work," she beamed, grabbing the straight iron and the hair brush and took a lock of my long blonde hair.
"How long is this gonna take? I don't wanna be last. I wanna get this over with so I can spend the rest of my Saturday doing what I've planned to do," I spoke up, wincing as she pulled my hair with the brush.
"We just have to do a video interview and we're good."
"Why can't we just do it on our own?"
She rolled her eyes as she straightened the last part of my hair. "Because, we could get a great public impression. In other words, try not to be stubborn. And Von "plans" do Du mean Lesen that oversized book Du carry around everywhere?"
"Maybe..."
She laughed and handed me a mirror. "See, you're gorgeous. Du should really let me do your hair Mehr often."
I stuck my tounge out and she laughed. I grabbed my keys off of her dresser, "ready?"
"Y'know it," she beamed and ran past me down the stairs to my car" I sighed and followed her, getting the keys from my pocket and soon enough we were pulling out of the stone driveway onto the main street. This was gonna be a long day...
"This outta work," she beamed, grabbing the straight iron and the hair brush and took a lock of my long blonde hair.
"How long is this gonna take? I don't wanna be last. I wanna get this over with so I can spend the rest of my Saturday doing what I've planned to do," I spoke up, wincing as she pulled my hair with the brush.
"We just have to do a video interview and we're good."
"Why can't we just do it on our own?"
She rolled her eyes as she straightened the last part of my hair. "Because, we could get a great public impression. In other words, try not to be stubborn. And Von "plans" do Du mean Lesen that oversized book Du carry around everywhere?"
"Maybe..."
She laughed and handed me a mirror. "See, you're gorgeous. Du should really let me do your hair Mehr often."
I stuck my tounge out and she laughed. I grabbed my keys off of her dresser, "ready?"
"Y'know it," she beamed and ran past me down the stairs to my car" I sighed and followed her, getting the keys from my pocket and soon enough we were pulling out of the stone driveway onto the main street. This was gonna be a long day...
I needed more, more! I threw the book across the dimly lit, wooden attic. The book hit a stack of old newspapers. I tore open yet another book. Nothing would give me my answers.
Why did I feel the need to care for Lucy? Why could I not get Alexander out of my head?
There were pages, and pages of the thought process, but nothing to explain what I felt! Why could no one manage to capture these feelings, and explain them?
A knock on the door interrupted me. “What?” I snapped.
“It is past midnight, Damien. Come to bed,” sagte Grey through the door.
“I’ll come when I want to. Now, go away!” Could she not understand I was confused, and angry? She possessed such naivety.
“Fine!” Grey yelled. I heard her storm down the steps. Then I heard her bedroom door slam. I let out a puff of air.
Then I threw another book against the wall. I kicked the whole stack of books, and watched as they toppled over. I threw myself onto the floor, and began crying.
Why did I feel the need to care for Lucy? Why could I not get Alexander out of my head?
There were pages, and pages of the thought process, but nothing to explain what I felt! Why could no one manage to capture these feelings, and explain them?
A knock on the door interrupted me. “What?” I snapped.
“It is past midnight, Damien. Come to bed,” sagte Grey through the door.
“I’ll come when I want to. Now, go away!” Could she not understand I was confused, and angry? She possessed such naivety.
“Fine!” Grey yelled. I heard her storm down the steps. Then I heard her bedroom door slam. I let out a puff of air.
Then I threw another book against the wall. I kicked the whole stack of books, and watched as they toppled over. I threw myself onto the floor, and began crying.
upset
and so many thoughts
circling around
your head,
Du try to make
this right,
to find the best way
so Du could feel better,
so Du could be free.
Pain will never
go away,
it always stays
to remember you
that life is not a dream,
life is unpredictable.
Endless questions,
so many "Why",
but the answer
we will
never find!
The strength within
will not let us crack,
life is unpredictable,
who's to say?
Today you're happy,
and yet
despair waits
stealthily
to engulf you.
But,
Du need to be prepared.
Not only bad things
happen to bad people.
Unfortunately,
so many pure,
honored hearts
have been broken for
so many times,
in so many pieces,
and yet
they live,
they live with
their agony,
they live with
their groan,
but they live,
tho their eyes are
always sad,
their hearts are
still softly.
Therefore
they know...
Therefore
they are...
The brightest star
that shines
in the dark,
that spark of hope
for all of us
who deserve better.
When Du look at the night sky, what do Du see?
In my eyes,
I see the moon as a peaceful spirit,
watching over me.
When Du stop and listen to the wind, what do Du hear?
In my eyes,
The wind sings to me and tells tales.
When Du feel the sun on your back, what do Du think?
In my eyes,
The sun reaches out and gives me a warm smile.
When Du hear a flowing stream, how does it sound?
In my eyes,
The stream is floating in my herz and soul, drifting on and on.
When Du look at me, what do Du see?
In my eyes,
I see an average girl who is silently struggling inside.
But that's all in my eyes.
In my eyes,
I see the moon as a peaceful spirit,
watching over me.
When Du stop and listen to the wind, what do Du hear?
In my eyes,
The wind sings to me and tells tales.
When Du feel the sun on your back, what do Du think?
In my eyes,
The sun reaches out and gives me a warm smile.
When Du hear a flowing stream, how does it sound?
In my eyes,
The stream is floating in my herz and soul, drifting on and on.
When Du look at me, what do Du see?
In my eyes,
I see an average girl who is silently struggling inside.
But that's all in my eyes.
Its too dark
Too dark to see what is going on
Tripping over the couch
Slamming into the wall
stepping on the remote
It was too dark
The undone dishes
The scattered roses
The broken picture
My broken heart
It was too dark
Believing it would change
That he would change
A Waste
A waste of my time
My Effort
The “No Messages” left on my phone
It was too dark
It was too dark to see what had happened
Too dark to try to fix things
Its just too dark
Someone turn on the light
That light bulb in my head of what Ive done wrong
Its too dark
Too dark to see what is going on
Tripping over the couch
Slamming into the wall
stepping on the remote
It was too dark
The undone dishes
The scattered roses
The broken picture
My broken heart
It was too dark
Believing it would change
That he would change
A Waste
A waste of my time
My Effort
The “No Messages” left on my phone
It was too dark
It was too dark to see what had happened
Too dark to try to fix things
Its just too dark
Someone turn on the light
That light bulb in my head of what Ive done wrong
Its too dark